Ithought I would be frightened of these people. I thought they would be little godlings. But aside from Cassius and Antonia, many are unimpres- sive. There are only seventy in my testing room. Some look like Cassius. But not all are beauti- ful. Not all are tall and imperious. And very few strike me as men and women. For all their phys- ical stature, they are children with exaggerated senses of self-worth; they don't know hardship. Babies. Pixies and Bronzies, mostly. They test my physical properties next. I sit naked in an airchair in a white room as the Cop- per testers of the Quality Control Board watch me through nanoCams. "Hope you're getting a good look," I say. A Brown worker comes in and applies a pinch to my nose. His eyes are blank. No fight in this one, no contempt for me. His skin is pallid and his movements awkward and clumsy. I am instructed to hold my breath as long as my lungs will allow. Ten minutes. Afterward, the Brown removes the clamp and leaves. Next, I'm to take a breath and exhale. I do and realize there is suddenly no oxygen in the chamber. When I start to tilt in my seat, the oxygen returns. They freeze the room and measure how long it takes for me to shiver uncontrollably. Then they heat it to see when my heart begins to struggle. They amplify the grav in the room till my heart can't push sufficient blood and oxygen to my brain Then they see how much motion I can take till I vomit. I'm used to riding a ninety-meter drill, so they have to give up. They measure the flow of oxygen to my mus- cles, the beats of my heart, the density and length of my muscle fibers, the tensile ratings of my bones. It's like a walk in the park after my hell with Harmony They have me throw balls, then line me up against a wall and ask me to stop small balls that they shoot at me with a circular machine. My Helldiver hands are faster than their machine, so they bring in a Green techie to adjust the thing till it's shooting veritable rockets. Eventually, I'm hit with a ball in the forehead. I black out briefly They measure that too. An eye, ear, nose, and mouth test later and I am done. I feel vaguely distant from myself after the test. Like they measured my body and my brain but not me. I've had no personal interactions ex- cept that one with Cassius. I stumble into the locker rooms, sore and con- fused. There's a couple others changing, so I take my clothes and move along to a more discreet section of the long rows of plastic lockers. Then I hear a strange whistling. A tune I know. One that echoes through my dreams. The one Eo died to. I follow the sound and come upon a girl changing in the corner of the locker room. Her back is to me, muscles lean as she dons her shirt. I make a noise. She turns suddenly, and for an awkward moment, I stand there blushing. Golds are not supposed to care about nudity. But I can't help my reaction. She's beautiful--heart-shaped face, full lips, eyes that laugh at you. They laugh like they did as she rode away on the horse. It's the same girl who called me a Pixie when I rode the pony. One of her eyebrows arches upward. I don't know what to say, so, in a panic, I turn and walk fast as I can out of the locker rooms. A Gold wouldn't have done that. But as I sit with Matteo on the shuttle as it ferries us back home, I remember the girl's face. She blushed too. It iS a short flight, not long enough. I watch Mars through the duroglass floor. Though the planet is terraformed, vegetation is sparse along pur flightpath. The planet's surface is streaked with ribbons of green in its valleys and around her equator. The vegetation looks like green scars that cut across her pocked surface. Water fills her impact craters, creating grand lakes. And the Borealis basin, which stretches across the northern hemisphere, brims with fresh water and teems with bizarre marine life. Great plains where dust devils gather cloaks of topsoil and tear through croplands. Storms and ice rule the poles where the Obsidians train and live. The weather there is said to be brutal and cold, though temperate climes are prevalent throughout much of Mars's surface now. There are one thousand cities on Mars, each ruled by a Governor, the ArchGovernor presiding over all. Each city is set in the center of a hun- dred mining colonies. The Governors manage these colonies, with the individual MineMagis- trates like Podginus overseeing the day-to-day With so many mines and so many cities, it was chance, I suppose, that brought the ArchGover- nor to my home with his camera crew. Chance and my position as a Helldiver. They wanted to make an example out of me; Eo was an after- thought. And she would not have sung if the ArchGovernor had not been there. Life's ironies are not charming 'What will the Institute belike if I get in?" I ask Matteo as I peer out the window "Full of classes, Iimagine. How should I know?" "Is there no intel?" "No." "No?" I ask. "'Well, some, I suppose," Matteo admits. "Three sorts of people graduate: the Peerless Scarred. the Graduates, and the Shamed. The Peerless can ascend in society; the Graduates can as well, but their prospects are relatively limited and they still must earn their scars; and the Shamed are sent to the distant, hard colonies like Pluto to oversee the first years of terraforming." "How does one become a Peerless?" "I imagine there is some sort of ranking sys- tem; perhaps a competition. I do not know. But the Golds are a species built upon conquest. It would make sense if that were to be part of your competition." "How vague." I sigh. "You're as helpful as a leg- less dog sometimes." "The game, goodman, in Gold society is patron- age. Your actions in the Institute will serve as an extended audition for that patronage. You need an apprenticeship. You need a powerful benefac- tor." He grins. "So if you want to help our cause, you'll do as bloodydamn well as you can. Imagine if you became an apprentice to a Praetor. In ten years' time, you could be a Praetor yourself. You could have a fleet! Imagine what you could do with a fleet, my goodman. Just imagine." Matteo never speaks about such flights of fancy, so the excitement in his eyes is conta- gious. It makes me imagine.
