Nancy Kress returns with Terran Tomorrow, the final book in the thrilling hard science fiction trilogy based on the Nebula Award–winning novella Yesterday's Kin.
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The diplomatic mission from Earth to World ended in disaster, as the Earth scientists discovered that the Worlders were not the scientifically advanced culture they believed. Though they brought a limited quantity of the vaccine against the deadly spore cloud, there was no way to make enough to vaccinate more than a few dozen. The Earth scientists, and surviving diplomats, fled back to Earth.
But once home, after the twenty-eight-year gap caused by the space ship transit, they find an Earth changed almost beyond recognition. In the aftermath of the spore cloud plague, the human race has been reduced to only a few million isolated survivors. The knowledge brought back by Marianne Jenner and her staff may not be enough to turn the tide of ongoing biological warfare.
The Yesterday's Kin Trilogy
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About the Author
Nancy Kress, author of Tomorrow's Kin and If Tomorrow Comes, is the author of more than thirty books, including novels, collections of short stories, and nonfiction books on writing. Her work has won six Nebulas, two Hugos, a Sturgeon, and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award. Kress’s work has been translated into two dozen languages, including Klingon, none of which she can read. She lives in Seattle with her husband, writer Jack Skillingstead, and Cosette, the world’s most spoiled toy poodle.
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Her name was Jane.
She told this to all nine people aboard the spaceship Return, her own people first. Her father, reading in a corner of a big room that ten people could not fill, looked at her calmly. "Yes, Jeg^faan, if you prefer. 'Jane.'" He did not ask why the change. He knew. When you go to live on another planet, you must adapt. Worlders had always, of necessity, been good at adaptation. It was in their genes. And now adaptation was Jane's mission: she would be the translator, the bridge between worlds.
Glamet^vor¡, with whom Jane once thought she might sign a mating contract, frowned. "I will keep my identity on Terra, and that includes my name. I am Glamet^vor¡," he said, emphasizing the rising inflection in the middle and the click at the end, the way children did. In many ways, Jane thought, he was a child, although the most brilliant biologist on World, after her father.
"As you wish," she said mildly. It was good that she had changed her mind about the mating contract. "Changed her mind" — that was a Terran expression, as if a mind was something that could be removed and replaced like a body wrap. English words came more easily to her now, after constant study for so long, but the meanings revealed by the words still astonished her.
She found Glamet^vor¡'s sister with their brother in a sleeping cabin. La^vor, the same age as Jane, was devoted to the boy, who could not speak more than a few words. Something had gone wrong at Belok^'s birth; his mother had died and Belok^'s brain had been damaged. Not, of course, that that made any difference to his siblings' decision to bring him to Terra. They were lahk.
"La^vor," Jane said, "I will be called 'Jane' now."
"It's a Terran name."
La^vor, nowhere near as intelligent as her older brother, frowned. "You are not Terran."
"No. But here, I will be called Jane."
"All right," La^vor said. She was never argumentative.
Belok^ laughed, but not because he understood. He often laughed or cried inappropriately, following vague ideas in his vague brain. Jane smiled and touched his arm. Like all Worlders, Belok^ had coppery skin, plus the huge dark eyes that had evolved on World to better gather Skihlla's orangey light. As tall as most Worlders even though he hadn't finished growing, Belok^ was much wider. If he had been as prickly as Glamet^vor¡, his baby mind in an almost-man's body might have been difficult to lead, but Belok^ had the same sweet, accommodating disposition as his sister.
None of the Terrans, Jane suspected, fully understood why Belok^ had been brought with them. Terrans did not understand the unbreakable bonds of a lahk. Not even Marianne Jenner, whom Jane sought out next. Marianne sat on the bridge with Dr. Patel and Branch Carter.
Jane said in English, "My name here will be Jane, please. And I will call you Dr. Jenner now, not Marianne-kal, if that is all right."
"Just call me Marianne," the older woman said. Jane looked at her more closely. Marianne-kal ... no, Dr. Jenner ... no, Marianne looked sad. That was to be expected, perhaps. She had left behind her son Noah, married to a Worlder, and her granddaughter. She had two more children on Terra, but when she arrived there, twenty-eight years would have passed since her departure. Marianne's daughter would be a Terran-year older than Marianne. Jane could not imagine how that would be.
"I feel your sadness," she said, and Marianne looked at her sharply, started to say something, and then did not.
Dr. Patel said quickly, "'Jane'— pretty name. Call me Claire."
"I will," Jane said, hoping she would remember. Branch Carter ignored her, but since he hadn't ever called her by her Worlder name in the first place, it hardly mattered what he called her now. He was thin, intense, a young Terran who preferred machinery to people. He said to a wall screen, "Come in, Terra, come in. This is the spaceship Return, coming from World ... I mean, Kindred. Come in, Terra."
No one answered. The Return had jumped — another strange expression, as if bypassing a hundred light-years of space was no more than a dance step — shortly after liftoff, three days ago. Since then the ship had been flying toward Terra and Branch had been trying to make contact.
"I don't understand why no one is answering," he said for perhaps the hundredth time. But, then, there was so much they didn't understand about the ship, which operated on forces none of them, neither Worlders nor Terrans, understood. Jane less than the others. The Return was not Terran technology, nor World's. Jane regarded this gift, made eons ago by an unknown race, as a sort of illathil, but there was no explaining that to any of the Terrans aboard. Jane didn't try. It was going to be her job to learn their ways, not theirs to learn hers.
She left the bridge. Just outside the door, Private Kandiss was "on duty." The soldier scared Jane a little — there had been no army on World until the Terrans came with their four soldiers. She had grown used to them, but they had always made her uneasy. Only Lieutenant Brodie had tried to learn World language or customs, and he had stayed behind. Kandiss-kal didn't smile. His weapons were terrifying and distasteful, in equal measure. But there would be soldiers on Terra, many more soldiers than just this one returning home, and Jane must accept them. Acceptance of the new was the price of what World could learn from Terra.
And the Terrans knew so much more than World! Without their intervention, Jane's society would have perished. A debt was owed, to the soldiers no less than to the scientists.
She said, "I will be called Jane now, please." Kandiss nodded and turned away. Like Branch Carter, although for different reasons, Kandiss seldom looked directly at her, or at any of her people.
She found the fifth Terran, Kayla Rhinehart, on the observation deck, watching unmoving stars in the black sky. Jane didn't like Kayla, who was one day too weepy and the next too excited, both without reason. However, Jane tried to be compassionate because Dr. Patel-kal — Claire! — said that Kayla had a "mental condition." So did Belok^, but Belok^ was never mean.
"You're going to love Earth," Kayla said.
"Tell me about Earth," Jane said, careful of her tenses. Although that was far easier than in World, since there were fewer tenses: just past, present, and future. Nothing to distinguish tentative, absolute, rotational, or in flux states of being. A simple language, English. Jane had learned it quickly.
Kayla said, "Earth is beautiful. Not dark and drab like World. Blue sky, green grass, cities with buildings that touch the sky!"
World was also beautiful. Jane did not say this. She was here to learn, not argue. "Did you have lived in a city?"
"Yes." For a moment, Kayla's face darkened; she was remembering something unpleasant, although Jane knew that Kayla would never say anything unpleasant about Earth. Her face brightened. "New York is the most exciting city in the world! It has Central Park, full of trees — green trees, Jane, not those ugly purple things on World — and flower beds and paths full of humans going exciting places: movies and VR palaces and boxing matches at the Garden. I know you don't have those on World, being so backward and all."
"Where did you go in New York City?"
"Oh, everywhere! But you're missing the point. Earth is beautiful." She stuck out her lip and glared.
"It sounds wonderful," Jane said.
"It is! And people there don't all look alike, because they come from all different countries. Not just one dinky continent, like on World, with everybody the same coppery color you are and with the same black hair. On Earth you can tell people apart."
Jane said calmly, "Please tell me about the different countries."
"No point. Everything you could want is in America."
"Okay." Jane had discovered that "okay" was a very useful word. It could mean almost anything, even polite disagreement. "Tell me about your favorite of things to do in New York City. You have said there was a place called McDooned?"
"McDonald's," Kayla laughed. "But you don't eat meat, do you?"
"Another reason to leave World! You don't know what you're missing!"
"We believe —"
"All those primitive beliefs will change once you've been here a while. You'll be astonished at how much you'll learn."
"Okay," Jane said.
* * *
Marianne needed a real lab.
The Return was huge. It had been a colony ship, had killed everyone on it, and had returned empty to World, contaminated and overgrown with flora. But, scoured and disinfected, it was the only ship available for the journey back to Earth, incomprehensible ships from long-departed aliens being in short supply. The star-farers had room for ten labs, and adequate equipment for none. Marianne's "lab" consisted of a microscope, fifty years behind Earth tech, that Ka^graa had brought with him; fifteen smelly leelees in their cages; and a collection of cultures growing the virophage that had neutralized R. sporii on World. Which, on Terra, was now called Kindred. Or had been twenty-eight years ago.
"Hold that animal tighter," Marianne said irritably to Branch, whom she'd all but dragged from the bridge to assist. "I can't get the knife in the right spot when it wiggles so much."
"I'm no longer a lab tech," Branch said. "I'm the captain of the Return."
"Only because you're the only one who can make sense of the ship's hardware."
"I can't make sense of it. I can only use it — a little bit, anyway. God, this thing reeks." But he held the chittering creature closer while Marianne slid in the knife to sacrifice it.
"Marianne," Branch said quietly as she laid the leelee out for dissection, "you should wait to do that. We don't have an unlimited supply of leelees. And you'll have better equipment on Terra."
"I need to be doing something. And who knows what we'll find on Terra?"
Branch said nothing. They had gone over and over this already, with Claire. The other two Terrans aboard, Mason Kandiss and Kayla Rhinehart, had refused to participate in the discussions. Marianne knew that Private Kandiss was too fearful of what might have changed, and Kayla refused to admit the possibility that anything had.
Twenty-eight years. No one had known that taking the alien ship to Kindred would involve time dilation. If she had known, Marianne would not have gone, not even to see Noah one last time.
For Claire, Branch, and Marianne, the discussions had evolved into a morbid game about how much things would have changed while they had been gone. "In the twenty-eight years from 1950 to 1978," said Marianne, the geneticist, "we decoded the shape of DNA and sequenced an entire microorganism."
"In the twenty-eight years between 1940 and 1968," said Claire, the physician, "we got antibiotics, organ transplants, and vaccines for polio, influenza, mumps, and measles."
"In the twenty-eight years between 1990 and 2018," said Branch, the hardware wonk, "we got the Web, cell phones, and drones."
"From 1770 to 1798, the United States was formed and royalist France fell, completely changing the political realities."
"From 1955 to 2025, the CO2 in the atmosphere went from three hundred and ten parts per million to six hundred."
"No fair, Branch," Marianne said, "that's seventy years, not twenty-eight."
Branch looked mulish. "The rate of CO2 increase was accelerating. We could be going back to massive climate change."
"Or," Claire said, "to innovative tech that solved that problem."
"To a wrecked ecology."
"To a high-tech utopia, with free energy and cheap food."
"You wish. To an empty Earth because everybody built more alien ships and left."
"Seven billion people? Come on, these are supposed to be realistic possibilities."
"Such as free energy? Uh-huh. To a world at atomic war."
"I think," Marianne had said quietly, "that I don't want to play anymore. I have a headache."
Now she carefully removed the dead leelee's brain and began to prepare slides for the microscope. Leelees, purple malodorous fauna native to World, had been just as susceptible to the spore cloud as mice had been when Respirovirus sporii hit Earth thirty-eight years ago. But these particular leelees had not come from World. They had been on the infected colony ship when it returned from the aborted colony run. The ship had been lousy with spores, yet these animals had survived because they had been lousy with a virophage evolved to counteract R. sporii. The leelees had poured from the ship, chittering and scampering and stinking, and dissection had showed that something weird had been happening in their brains.
But Marianne had no idea what, because she had no proper lab equipment.
But soon they would reach Terra. And then — what?
Twenty-eight years was a long time.
* * *
Another bright day in late summer, the sky a blinding blue, maple trees just starting to tinge with red. Zachary McKay left Enclave Dome, thinking about zebras.
Both processes were complicated. Monterey Base consisted of two separate domes, and simply going from Enclave Dome to Lab Dome fifty yards away required going through the north airlock, being escorted by two of Colonel Jenner's heavily armed soldiers, and then reversing the entire process at Lab Dome's south airlock, plus passing through decontamination. Or, he could have taken the underground tunnels, which also required airlocks and decon. At least Zack, a plague survivor, didn't need to don an esuit.
Both domes were made of shimmering alien energy shields, looking like upturned blue bowls about to shed glitter on the weeds at their bases. Young forest pressed toward both bowls despite the Army's constant efforts to keep a cleared perimeter; everything grew so fast now. From above, Zack thought, the whole setup probably looked like two fluorescent breasts surrounded by beard stubble, a genuinely unsettling image.
As Zack finally reached decon in Lab Dome, Toni Steffens's voice sounded in his earplant. "Did you succeed?"
"No. Didn't try."
"Then you owe me another five dollars. Why didn't you try? It's a serious bet."
"Zebras," Zack said. Let that shut her up for a while.
Zack and his colleague had a long-standing bet: Who could get one of Colonel Jenner's elite squad of soldiers, whom Toni referred to as the "Praetorian Guard," to say something, anything, as they escorted scientists to and from Lab Dome. So far, Zack owed Toni $345, which was a problem in an "economy" that didn't use money. Toni was good at getting the soldiers to break silence, usually by provoking them to outrage. Zack did not do outrage, but he enjoyed hers. Usually.
She appeared in the doorway of the esuit room just beyond decon, a plain woman in her forties, dressed in ancient jeans grown a little tight and a top of flexible brown plastic fabric, the only cloth that the 3-D printer, running out of polymers, was still able to produce. "Zebras?"
"Caitlin was drawing them at breakfast."
"And how does a four-year-old even know about ungulates not found within a thousand miles of what used to be California?"
"From a picture book on her tablet. Toni, what was that Latin you quoted yesterday for Occam's razor?"
"'Numquam ponenda est pluralitas sine necessitate. Frusta fit per plura, quod potest fieri per pauciora.' It means —"
"I know what it means. The simplest explanation that fits the facts is usually correct."
"Not exactly. A literal translation —"
"Ill-educated barbarian. So you think we're looking for a zebra when the hoofbeats we're hearing are from a simple horse?"
"No. I think we're looking at horses when we might need a zebra."
Toni considered this. "We would stand a better chance of finding one if Jasonus Caesar would let us experiment outside, where the metaphorical ungulates actually are."
Zack said, "Colonel Jenner is just being cautious."
"Or just exercising his accidental power. Ave, ave, Caesar imperator. I don't understand how Lindy could have been married to him for so long."
Zack started for the corridor. Toni, who had the tenacity of a sucking tick, did not give up. "You think we need a whole different approach to the gene drive?"
"I don't know. But we — everybody — have been working on this problem for ten solid years and we're not making much progress."
Toni said quietly, "There used to be a lot more 'everybodies.' And it's really three problems."
"Yes. Let's get to work."
"Staff meeting this morning. Everyone's already in the conference room."
"Oh, God, I forgot."(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Ahoy me mateys! I received this sci-fi eARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. So here be me honest musings . . . While book two remains me favourite, I had to admit that this was a satisfying ending to the trilogy. Marianne and gang are back on Earth. However, the Earth they come back to doesn't resemble the one that they left behind all those years ago. I have to admit that it was quite a jolt for me as much as it was for the characters. A believable change even if drastic. I mean look at what happened to the ecology of Earth in book one. If that could reasonably happen then so could the beginning of this book. But it did take some getting used to. In this story, the story focuses mostly on Marianne's grandson Jason, an alien named Jane who is serving as a translator, and on a researcher named Zack. Other perspectives are sprinkled in. While I love Jane, I wasn't as drawn into Jason or Zack's stories. That could be because so much of the inner dialogue of those two seemed to be directed by indecision, fear, or angst. It was interesting that the women seemed to be driving force behind the scenes even if they weren't the center of the plot. I would have liked more of their perspectives. Personal preference. It took me a while to get into this book because there wasn't a ton of action. And a lot of the science was repetitive. I bought the circumstances for books one and two but would have preferred a different tack in this one. It seemed like some of the same elements of the previous books were recycled into this one. But eventually I was drawn into the narrative. The ideas about the conflicts between the civilians and military are what eventually took center stage for me. I also enjoyed the conflict between those who didn't want technology and those who needed it. With everyone confined in a tight space, I felt that these struggles for balance between the groups are where the true action lay. Add in a sickness in tight quarters and the whole situation was a mess. I needed to know how it was resolved. And like I said, the ending satisfied. I particularly enjoyed the ramifications of the illness. So thanks to the publisher for giving me the third book in the trilogy so I would have to read the first two first! Arrr!