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the Earth of 876 million years ago, when terrestrial life—­still limited to bacteria and protists and blue-­green alga—­was confined to the sea. They could have glassed over the Earth, boiled away the ocean, bombarded what was left with high-­energy neutrons . . .

      Exterminated the life in those ancient terrestrial seas and Humankind would never have appeared.

      The fact that the Sh’daar had not eradicated all life on Earth by rewriting history suggested that there was more to the problem than was immediately obvious.

      The problem, Koenig thought, likely had to do with a key aspect of what it meant for species to be mutually alien. The Turusch, the H’rulka, the Nungiirtok, the Slan . . . all were client species of the Collective and all, at one time or another, technic species that had attacked human forces in Tprime, meaning time now, captured human interstellar colonies, and even launched assaults on Earth herself. And while there’d been attempts at joint operations—­the Nungiirtok were specialists in ground warfare, for example, and had invaded the colony on Osiris in conjunction with Turusch fleet elements—­the different Sh’daar clients were so different from one another—­in physiology, yes, but especially in psychology—­that they apparently had trouble coordinating military operations with one another. The Sh’daar guided their clients, or tried to, through the Seeds . . . but either the distances were too vast or the number of Seeds sending back data was too large. Whichever it was—­and it might well be both—­the Sh’daar Empire was not particularly efficient in the ways it dealt with ambitious upstarts like Humankind.

      Humankind, Koenig believed, possessed one vital advantage in its struggle with the Sh’daar, something he privately thought of as the Greek advantage. Koenig was a thoroughgoing student of history, and was among other things fascinated by the spectacular victories of the ancient Greeks over the far larger and more diverse Persian armies at Marathon, at Plataea, and, later, by Alexander the Great over Darius. Like the Greek city states of 2900 years earlier, modern Earth was far from united . . . but the member species of the Sh’daar Collective had so little in common with one another that communications—­even facilitated by Agletsch pidgins—­must be very nearly impossible.

      So far, Humankind had managed to use that essential disunity, beating Sh’daar client species in turn rather than en masse. The question, though, was whether the enemy would learn from those defeats and get their collective act together. If they did, when they did, humanity would be in very serious trouble indeed.

      Somehow, Earth needed to unite, and then end the Sh’daar threat once and for all. If Konstantin could pull that off with memegeneering, well and good. If he could not, then Humankind’s long-­term survival was very much in doubt.

      And so far as Koenig could tell, Humankind was running out of useful options.

      Chapter Five

      12 February 2425

      Washington, D.C.

      USNA Periphery

      1220 hours, EST

      “Damn it, Lieutenant, we need trained pilots! Lots of them! You were one of our best! It’s your duty to volunteer!”

      Shay Ashton looked the small, gray man up and down, almost openly sneering. “If ser­vice is mandatory, how the hell can I volunteer?” she said. “You can go to hell!”

      “Lieutenant Ryan—­”

      “It’s Ashton, not Ryan,” she snapped. She’d married after she’d returned to the D.C. Ruins, though Fred had been killed ten years later by marauders from across the broad and tide-­swollen Potomac. This USNA government agent wouldn’t understand. To him, taking the name of the person you married was quaint, a holdover from a long-­gone era . . . or, worse, that she was a filthy “monogie”—­a pervert who dared to believe in monogamous marriage.

      She saw emotion flicker across the man’s face—­disdain, possibly disgust. But in the lawless territories of the Periphery, cast off centuries ago by the rest of the country, monogamy had carried a certain survival value . . . two ­people so closely bonded that each could watch the back of the other in a way not possible for complicated line marriages, polyamories, or ménages a politique.

      Behind her, a city, at once ancient and newly born, was growing skyward from mangrove swamp and muck. The relentless global rising of the oceans four centuries ago had finally flooded the low-­lying regions along the U.S. coast, forcing their evacuation. But not everyone had been willing to leave their home. . . .

      For centuries since then, the stay-­behinds, the “swampies,” had inhabited the former capital of the old United States, fish-­farming among the tangled mangrove swamps now growing along what once had been the Washington Mall. When the US had reorganized itself as the United States of North America and as a founding member of the Earth Confederation, the Periphery—­including low-­lying and flooded coastal areas like Manhattan, Boston, and Washington, D.C.—­had been abandoned by a government unable to afford the massive costs and effort of beating back the encroaching sea. The ­people still living in those areas had adapted, as ­people do, living in the ruins without modern technology or medical care, making their own law, and becoming fiercely independent in the process.

      The Periphery had become a major political issue, however, when Geneva had attempted to seize those regions, to take them over as a trust. The inhabitants had fought back an assault three months ago; the massive, broken shell of a Confederation Jotun troop flier still lay on its side in the shallow waters of the Washington Mall, partially obscured by the enthusiastic tangle of mangroves around it. Ashton had somehow found herself in command of the ragged band that had defended the Ruins, holding out until USNA aerospace forces had arrived to turn the tide decisively in the defenders’ favor.

      Since then, USNA troops and equipment had been pouring into the areas around both D.C. and Baltimore, and reportedly up in the Manhattan Ruins too. Ashton was grateful for the help . . . but gratitude did have its limits. She hadn’t asked for the government’s help.

      “Whether you like it or not,” the government man said, “the USNA has taken over direct control of the Peripheries. You are citizens of the USNA now, and as such you have both rights and responsibilities. That is especially true of former military personnel such as yourself.”

      She held a middle finger up under his nose. “See this, Government Man?” she snapped. “Sit and rotate!”

      “Lieutenant Ashton—­”

      “I retired, damn it! I put in my time, and I retired, okay? You do not own me!”

      The man nodded toward the downed Jotun. “Looks like you’ve been doing a pretty good job of it since your retirement.”

      In fact, that troop flier had been brought down by a flight of USNA Starhawk fighters. But she wasn’t going to mention that.

      “This is my home, okay? I have a right to defend it.”

      “Granted. And we’re offering you a chance to make sure the Confederation doesn’t try to grab your home from you again.”

      “You can fight your own damned war. I’m not playing.”

      The man sighed. “Well, I’m not going to force you. USNA jurisdiction is still . . . a bit fuzzy out here in the Periphery, and will be until we formally re-­annex it. I will ask you why you won’t help us, though. You were an outstanding Starhawk pilot. Excellent record . . .”

      “Like I said . . . I put in my time. And they need me here. This is . . . home.”

      “Okay. Let’s leave it at this.” He focused a thought, sending Ashton a mind-­to-­mind eddress, which her in-­head circuitry dutifully recorded and logged. “We want you to volunteer for an electronic incursion into Geneva. It’s a no-­risk op; you’ll go in clean and virtual. Your fighter skills are very much needed in this operation, and if you succeed, you will ensure Washington’s freedom from the Confederation. If you can see clear to changing your mind, give me a yell. Fair enough?”

      She

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