psychologist. Well, you’ve been right before—’
‘Right about First Person Singular. Right about the big troll migration back in 2040—’
‘I don’t need a précis. You have any idea what’s up this time, specifically?’
‘No,’ he said unhappily. ‘I never do.’
‘Yeah. So is it disabling? Are we going to do this walk, or what?’
Without replying, Joshua dumped the remains of his lunch, got his pack settled on his back, checked his boots, and they began.
Sally led the way on a steady plod around the lake shore. They kept back from the water edge itself where animals were likely to congregate, and away from any crocs or other hazards in the water.
They’d just keep walking around this lake, or its Long Earth footprints, until the evening. And every few paces, they’d take a step East, together. As easy as that. Parallel lakes, and parallel shores.
‘You shouldn’t worry about your son, you know.’
Joshua smiled. ‘You’re giving me family advice? You , no marriage, no children – a father who abandoned you until he needed you to piggy-back him across the Long Mars?’
She grunted. ‘Did you know there are Australian Aborigines up there now? Spreading out across the Long Mars. Their social structures are fit for purpose on such arid worlds, it seems.
‘And as for family advice – look, all kids rebel against how their parents did things. It’s natural. Your son’s generation, lucky for them, are growing up in a completely different environment from you and me. Entirely new challenges, new ethics. Especially since the Datum imploded and the government stopped trying to tax everybody. And for sure, the Long Earth has had a way of imposing a natural selection of the smart over the dumb, right from the beginning.’
‘I know, Sally. I was there, remember? And if the selection isn’t natural, you lend it a hand, right?’
She glared at him. ‘Somebody has to, now that even Maggie Kauffman and her flying Navy gunships are rarely to be seen.’
Joshua knew Sally was earning a living these days as a kind of professional survivor. In return for a pre-agreed fee she’d stay a few months, maybe a year, with a new community of settlers, helping them endure the most obvious dangers, avoid the first few booby-traps. For a woman who never suffered fools gladly, Joshua knew this was a tough career choice; the physical challenges would be easy for her, but it was hard for Sally to be supportive as opposed to judgemental.
But Joshua had his own contacts out in the Long Earth, and he’d heard a lot of rumours about what Sally was really up to. She was gathering a growing reputation for vigilantism. He was concerned for her, that she was losing her way. For now, however, he said nothing.
They walked into a world where the animals were comparativelythick on the ground, and drawn to the lake. Maybe there was some kind of drought on in this particular footprint. The travellers paused, sipping their own bottled water. The air felt dusty and hot. A herd of what looked like deer lapped watchfully at the water, and a giant sloth raised itself up to nibble at the curling leaves of a dying tree. Things like big opossums clustered without shyness at the sloth’s feet, browsing on the litter it dropped.
‘You know, Joshua, you and I are different from the rest. We’re not townsfolk, not Datum urbanites. But we’re not pioneers either. We’re not settlers, like your little mouse Helen.’
‘Oh, she’s no mouse. And she’s not mine any more—’
‘We’re loners. Loners just survive, they move on. They don’t build things, like the pioneers. The Long Earth is always going to have room for the likes of us. We don’t need any kind of definition. We don’t have a role. Not even to the extent that the combers have, that self-conscious lifestyle they’ve developed of deliberately walking on and on, taking nothing save the lowest hanging fruit. We’re just – us. Detached from
‘Right about First Person Singular. Right about the big troll migration back in 2040—’
‘I don’t need a précis. You have any idea what’s up this time, specifically?’
‘No,’ he said unhappily. ‘I never do.’
‘Yeah. So is it disabling? Are we going to do this walk, or what?’
Without replying, Joshua dumped the remains of his lunch, got his pack settled on his back, checked his boots, and they began.
Sally led the way on a steady plod around the lake shore. They kept back from the water edge itself where animals were likely to congregate, and away from any crocs or other hazards in the water.
They’d just keep walking around this lake, or its Long Earth footprints, until the evening. And every few paces, they’d take a step East, together. As easy as that. Parallel lakes, and parallel shores.
‘You shouldn’t worry about your son, you know.’
Joshua smiled. ‘You’re giving me family advice? You , no marriage, no children – a father who abandoned you until he needed you to piggy-back him across the Long Mars?’
She grunted. ‘Did you know there are Australian Aborigines up there now? Spreading out across the Long Mars. Their social structures are fit for purpose on such arid worlds, it seems.
‘And as for family advice – look, all kids rebel against how their parents did things. It’s natural. Your son’s generation, lucky for them, are growing up in a completely different environment from you and me. Entirely new challenges, new ethics. Especially since the Datum imploded and the government stopped trying to tax everybody. And for sure, the Long Earth has had a way of imposing a natural selection of the smart over the dumb, right from the beginning.’
‘I know, Sally. I was there, remember? And if the selection isn’t natural, you lend it a hand, right?’
She glared at him. ‘Somebody has to, now that even Maggie Kauffman and her flying Navy gunships are rarely to be seen.’
Joshua knew Sally was earning a living these days as a kind of professional survivor. In return for a pre-agreed fee she’d stay a few months, maybe a year, with a new community of settlers, helping them endure the most obvious dangers, avoid the first few booby-traps. For a woman who never suffered fools gladly, Joshua knew this was a tough career choice; the physical challenges would be easy for her, but it was hard for Sally to be supportive as opposed to judgemental.
But Joshua had his own contacts out in the Long Earth, and he’d heard a lot of rumours about what Sally was really up to. She was gathering a growing reputation for vigilantism. He was concerned for her, that she was losing her way. For now, however, he said nothing.
They walked into a world where the animals were comparativelythick on the ground, and drawn to the lake. Maybe there was some kind of drought on in this particular footprint. The travellers paused, sipping their own bottled water. The air felt dusty and hot. A herd of what looked like deer lapped watchfully at the water, and a giant sloth raised itself up to nibble at the curling leaves of a dying tree. Things like big opossums clustered without shyness at the sloth’s feet, browsing on the litter it dropped.
‘You know, Joshua, you and I are different from the rest. We’re not townsfolk, not Datum urbanites. But we’re not pioneers either. We’re not settlers, like your little mouse Helen.’
‘Oh, she’s no mouse. And she’s not mine any more—’
‘We’re loners. Loners just survive, they move on. They don’t build things, like the pioneers. The Long Earth is always going to have room for the likes of us. We don’t need any kind of definition. We don’t have a role. Not even to the extent that the combers have, that self-conscious lifestyle they’ve developed of deliberately walking on and on, taking nothing save the lowest hanging fruit. We’re just – us. Detached from
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