Fifty Degrees Below. Kim Stanley Robinson
Identify, evaluate and rank all potential climate mitigation possibilities: clean energy, carbon sequestration, etc.
This last item, to Frank, would create the real Things To Do list.
‘We’ll have to go to New York and talk to people about that stuff,’ Diane said.
‘Yes.’
It would be interesting to watch her there. Asian martial arts were often about turning one’s opponents’ force against them. Certainly she had floored Frank that way. Maybe the rest of the world would follow.
But reviewing the list, he felt a surge of impatience. He tried to express this to Diane politely: he didn’t want to spend his extra year starting studies. He wanted to find where small applications of money and effort could trigger larger actions. He wanted to do things. If the weather was going to heat up, he wanted to cool it. If vice versa, then vice versa. He wanted to identify a viable new energy generation system, he wanted to sequester billions of tons of carbon, he wanted to minimize human suffering and the loss of other species. He wanted impossible things! Quickly he scribbled a new list for their mutual inspection:
• direct climate mitigation
• carbon sequestration (bio, physical)
• water cycle interventions
• clean renewable energy (biomass, solar, wave, tide, wind)
• political action
• a new paradigm (permaculture)
Diane read the list. Her expression of subtle amusement became a full smile, perfectly scrutable.
‘You think big.’
‘Well, it’s a big situation. I mean even the Gulf Stream stall is only a proximate cause. The ultimate causes have to do with the whole situation. Carbon, consumption, population, technology, all that. We’ll have to try to take all that on if we’re going to actually do something.’
‘There are other agencies working on these things. In fact, lots of this isn’t really our purview.’
‘Yes, well, but – we are the National Science Foundation,’ emphasizing the words. ‘It isn’t really clear yet just how big a purview such an organization should have. Given the importance of science in this world, you could argue that it should be pretty much everything. But for sure it should be the place to coordinate the scientific effort. Beyond that, who knows? It’s a new situation.’
‘True,’ she said, still smiling at him in her amused way. ‘Well, okay! Let’s go get some lunch and talk about it.’
Frank tried to conceal his surprise. ‘Sure.’
The hotel above the Ballston Metro offered a buffet lunch that was so fancy that it redefined the concept. The restaurant was cool and quiet, decorated in the finest American Hotel Anonymous. Diane appeared to know it well, and to have a hidden corner table reserved. She filled a big plate with salad and some strips of seared flank steak, and took no bread. Iced tea without sugar. She was dressed in a businesslike skirt and heavy silk blouse, and Frank saw as he followed her that it was all perfectly tailored and fitted, and looked expensive. She moved gracefully, looked strong. Usually Frank’s eye was not attracted to short women, but when it happened it was a matter of proportion, a kind of regal bearing. She wore flat shoes, and did not seem attentive to herself. Probably, judging by her food, thought of herself as overweight. But she looked good.
The irrepressible sociobiologist that was always theorizing inside Frank wondered if he was experiencing some bias here, given that she was a powerful alpha female, and his boss. Perhaps all alpha females were somehow physically impressive, and this part of their alpha-ness; it was generally true of males.
They sat, ate, spoke of other things. Frank asked about her kids.
‘Grown up and moved out. It’s easier now.’ She spoke offhandedly, as if talking about a matter that did not really concern her. ‘How could it not be.’
‘For a while it must have been busy.’
‘Oh yes.’
‘Where were you before NSF?’
‘University of Washington. Biophysics. Then I got into administration there, then at triple A S, then NIH. Now here.’ She shrugged, as if to admit that she might have gone down a wrong path somewhere. ‘What about you? What brought you to NSF?’
Well, I gambled with equity that wasn’t entirely mine, lost it, went through a break-up, needed to get away …
It wasn’t a story he wanted to tell. Maybe no one’s story could really be told. She had not mentioned her late husband, for instance. She would understand if he only spoke of his scientific reasons for coming to NSF: new work in bio-algorithms, needed a wider perspective to see what was out there, a year visiting NSF good for that – and so on.
She nodded, watching him with that amused expression, as if to say, I know this is only part of the story but it’s still interesting. He liked that. No wonder she had risen so high. Alpha females pursued different strategies than alpha males to achieve their goals; their alpha-ness derived from different social qualities.
‘What about your living situation?’ she asked. ‘Were you able to stay in the place you had?’
Startled, Frank said, ‘No. I was renting from a State Department guy who came back.’
‘So you managed to find another place?’
‘Yes … For the moment I’m in a temporary place, and I’ve got some leads for a permanent one.’
‘That’s good. It must be tough right now, with the flood.’
‘That’s for sure. It’s gotten very expensive.’
‘I bet. Let me know if we can help with that.’
‘Thanks, I will.’
He wondered what she meant, but did not want to ask. ‘One thing I’m looking into is joining an exercise club around here, and Anna mentioned that you went to one?’
‘Yes, I go to the Optimodal.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘Sure, it’s okay. It’s not too expensive, and it has all the usual stuff. And it’s not just kids showing off. Most days I just get on a treadmill and go.’ She laughed. ‘Like a rat on a wheel.’
Just like at work, Frank didn’t say.
‘Actually I’ve been trying more of the machines,’ she added. ‘It’s fun.’
Frank got the address from her, and they went back to the serving area for pie and ice cream (her portion small), and talked a bit more about work. She never made even the slightest hint of reference to his letter of resignation. That was strange enough to disturb his sense of being in a normal professional relationship. It was as if she were in some way holding it over him.
Then, walking in the covered walkway above the street to the NSF building, she said, ‘Let’s set up a regular meeting between us for every two weeks, and add more if you need to. I want to be kept up on what you’re thinking.’
Quickly he glanced down at her. She kept looking at the glass doors they were approaching.
‘That’s the best way to avoid any misunderstandings,’ she went on, still not looking at him. Then, as they reached the doors to their building, she said, ‘I want something to come of this.’
‘Me too,’ he assured her. ‘Believe me.’
They approached the security desk. ‘So what will you do first?’ she asked, as if something had been settled between them.
‘To tell the truth, I think I’ll go see about joining that health club.’
She grinned. ‘Good idea. I’ll see you