Arctic Rising

don’t care about Ivan Cohen or who caused the people on that ship to shoot me down. I just want a life again. And I don’t need to worry about my standing in the UNPG anymore because of being with you, because I’ll be on the run now. Will you come with me?” She wanted to visit her mother, then see her father again. In person. And then after that, she and Vy would find somewhere where Anika could pilot for money. They could make a life.

Vy laughed. “I’m broke, they took all my money. I’ll go anywhere you go, as long as it’s warm and has a proper day and night cycle.”

They kissed again, and with no interruptions or worries Anika could just close her eyes and feel Vy, warm against her still soggy clothes.

Anika looked up at the large gas ball in the sky. “I thought nuclear explosions looked like mushroom clouds,” she murmured.

“I think it has to be near the ground for that,” Vy said.

“Do you think we did the right thing?” Anika asked, running a hand over Vy’s cheek.

Vy flinched slightly. “We have to hope.”

Roo limped up to them and held up a sphere he’d swiped off the deck. “I think we did the right thing. You were right; we’ll do it better the next time around. We can reverse engineer these things, given time. It’ll happen. Listen…” Roo started to say, but Vy cut him off.

“What are you going to do, Roo? After all this?”

“Go back to my old life. Right now, I think, once I get a new phone and some equipment back, I’m going to see if I can get these seceded parts of Thule to consider coming down to the Caribbean. Tourism died off due to the overactive hurricane seasons these last decades, but we strong still. We have sea walls, solar and wind to stay energy independent. But we still need factories and greenhouses, yes? Get them down to the Caribbean where it isn’t the Wild West like up here. If I can get some seed money rounded up, and a new boat, I’ll be going from floating demesne to demesne to convince them to get towed down south. Once they build up on barges instead of ice, right.”

Anika smiled. “It sounds good. Messy, democratic, and good.”

Roo shook himself back to the present. “Look, while I was down there I peeked at the engines. They’re shot, but I went up to the forecastle. There’s a parasail packed and ready for deploy. I imagine Paige used it to cut fuel costs. It’s not very big, but it will be enough for us to sail on out. We don’t have to be dead in the water long.”

“That’s great news, Roo,” Vy said. “But what about the blockade?”

Roo smiled. “Oh, I’m sure I can pull a few strings to let us through without problems. After everything we’ve been involved in, they’re going to want us to disappear just as badly as we want to.”

“I don’t think I’ll rest easy until we’re well clear of it,” Vy said.

“I understand. Hey, there’s something else you two should see downstairs, though,” Roo said.

“What?”

“Come look. You’ll want to see this.”

* * *

The main stateroom of the lower cabin was dominated by what looked like a custom-installed bank vault. It had been squeezed in, and was not part of the original build at all. The legs had been bolted and then welded to the back bulkhead, and the grim, bulky, square metal surface matched none of the silvered and modern curves of the interior decor of the yacht.

“Did Paige tell you anything about this?” Roo asked.

Anika shook her head. “No.”

“It’s a very particular safe,” Roo said. “I’ve seen a few of these models in the intelligence community. If it is what I think it is, it’s rigged.”

“Rigged?” Vy had a curious smile. “As in: explosives?”

“Yeah. That thing would take this whole ship down with it if someone without the code tried to force their way in. And if Paige has some sort of time-delay check-in code for it, it may yet go off with us on board.”

“Wait,” Anika said, straightening and walking forward to the giant safe. She had a feeling she knew what this was about. And then at the same time, she sighed. She’d jumped in the water. Had the ink held? “It won’t do that. She gave me the numbers.”

“Numbers?”

Anika rolled the sleeve of her shirt back up her arm and looked down. The ink had mostly run. It was all an illegible stain of blue smudges on her brown skin.

They all stared at the blue ink for a moment.

Anika reached up and grabbed the large dial. “Forty-five, sixteen, seventy-nine, twelve,” she said as she rotated it through the numbers.

With a loud thunk the thick safe door swung open, and the three of them stared inside.

“Well now,” said Anika, as the extra reflected light from inside the safe dappled her face, “that changes … everything.”

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I have two people to initially thank in a big way for encouraging me to create Arctic Rising: Karl Schroeder and Paolo Bacigalupi. Karl and I collaborated on a short story back in 2007 called “Mitigation” about a mostly ice-free Arctic. It appeared in the anthology Fast Forward 2, edited by Lou Anders, and was also reprinted in one of the Year’s Best anthologies shortly after. The idea to do something like this book has been stuck in the back of my head ever since spending that weekend in Toronto with Karl brainstorming the geopolitical intrigues of a new, seventh ocean. Both Karl and I lamented the lack of fiction in this sort of setting, and we wished to write more near-future explorations ourselves.

I had also come to know Paolo well through shared time at the novel workshop Blue Heaven. His infectious enthusiasm for probing all manner of around-the-corner ecological futures and similar milieus (to amazing success and acclaim, as we were all to soon find out) also lit a fire under me to do more of this when I met him, leading to my writing a novella and another short story in this vein.

In 2008, when my editor, Paul Stevens, asked if I would do something different for my next book after Sly Mongoose, I already came prepared with a rough idea for Arctic Rising thanks to conversations with Paolo and Karl.

Due to a genetic heart defect that took me out of the game for a while in late 2008 and early 2009, getting a full draft took a lot longer than expected. In a way, it’s been quite a marathon for me, but one I’m glad to have finished, even if it was mostly by walking. My thanks go out to the folks at Tor, particularly my editor, Paul, again, for being patient as I put my life back together. I also have to thank Eddie Schneider and Joshua Bilmes, my agents, for being patient as I limped my way back into finishing this project.

Another round of thanks goes to the crew of Blue Heaven 2009, who read and critiqued the first fifty pages. Big thanks go to Greg van Eekhout and Paolo Bacigalupi, who helped me brainstorm pieces of the last third of the book.

More big thanks go to the various branches of the military that release publicly funded studies and foresight materials online where greedy little authorial minds like mine can hunt them down for future idea mining. Most of the ideas and scenarios in this book came from reading about what those dudes are worried about. The amount of time they spend worried about peak oil and how to run armies on solar power, you’d think the armed forces were a bunch of hippies who wanted to run their Humvees on fry oil. Certainly, one thing I came to find is that there is a massive disconnect between people who study the future, whether it be scientists, weather experts, or military strategists and brass, and politicians and talking heads who seem to think there aren’t some challenges around the corner. When I started writing this novel in 2008, the navy reports I was using in regards to Arctic ice didn’t include ice-free scenarios in the possibility charts; by the time I was done with a draft it was on the worst-case plot, and now it looks like ice-free summers are a given very soon. I hope this book comes out before my “science-fictional” plot idea of a generally ice-free Arctic isn’t quite so shocking.

Lastly, I’d like to thank all the readers who’ve waited so long for the latest book. Thanks for sticking with