Despite being new to humanity, Hellas Planitia had a long and very violent history. 3.9 billion years ago a large asteroid had slammed into the Martian surface, vaporizing it, and spreading debris seven thousand kilometers in every direction. The impact was so severe that it affected the core of the planet, beginning the long slow winding down of its magnetosphere. When the lava flows from nearby Hadriacus Mons had finished flowing into the four-kilometer deep hole, water settled down into the lower parts of Hellas. The planet\u2019s atmosphere was slowly stripped away by the solar winds– which now were free to ravage Mars. The planet cooled, the water froze, and the crust became covered by dust from storms and meteoric impact debris. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The seas of mars became hidden glaciers, buried protectively under the layers of Martian regolith, and were now the lifeblood of a thriving population of humans. A small community tucked down in a hollow at the bottom of Hellas was covered with a protective glass roof to keep the earth-like atmosphere in. And, although civilization had finally come to Mars, with all of its scientific knowledge and great accomplishments, there still rest within the planet a mysterious alien power over the human psyche.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The small Martian sun beamed weakly through the ray-filtered skylight of the classroom onto Ivan Cranz\u2019s strange features. His ears stuck out from his head like mini satellite dishes, his nose was thin and crooked, and his head bobbed on a long skinny stalk of a neck. His tall gangly shadow cast an eerie alien portrait on the floor as he subjected his gaze out onto his young students.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cClass, please turn to page fifty-six in your history textbook. We\u2019ll be learning about the ancient civilization of the Mayans today.\u201d He said in his slightly strangled tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t you teach us something useful, like how to fix a heat exchanger?\u201d Charlie smirked at the back of the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCharlie, I\u2019ve explained this before to you. It\u2019s important to know the past and where you come from.\u201d Ivan looked at Charlie sternly from under his bristling eyebrows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy grandpa says, learn today what you need to keep you alive tomorrow. All this crap about Mayans don\u2019t mean nothin to me.\u201d Charlie slouched back in his chair, his longish brown hair falling in front of his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And there it was, Ivan thought. The parents turning students against him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan decided to have a talk with Charlie\u2019s mother the next afternoon and arranged for a meeting. As she entered the room, he was in awe of her beauty. Her long dark hair flowed down over her shoulders, her body curving perfectly in the right places. Her lips red and sculptured as by a fine artist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She smiled brilliantly revealing even white teeth and stuck out her hand to shake Ivan\u2019s. \u201cI\u2019m Marleen Ostheim, Charlie\u2019s mom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cW-welcome,\u201d Ivan stuttered barely coherent. He took the offered hand and shook it, hardly able to grip it in his nervous twitter. \u201cPlease sit down Mrs. Ostheim.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou may call me Marleen, and it is Miss. My husband died in a mine accident last year.\u201d She took a seat at a student\u2019s desk, her motion all fluidic grace, her red dress flowing about her in the low Martian gravity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m terribly sorry to hear that, Marleen.\u201d He stumbled over her name, afraid even in pronouncing it, but he bolstered his courage and got down to the business at hand. \u201cI\u2019m sure it\u2019s been difficult for Charlie to adapt to the loss.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cActually, no it wasn\u2019t at all.\u201d Marleen shifted uncomfortably in the small seat. \u201cMy husband, Wayne, was not with us much, more of a stranger than anything to Charlie. He was off mining the Belt when Charlie was growing up. When we all moved to Mars\u2014well it was awkward. I\u2019m afraid Wayne didn\u2019t know how to deal with us anymore. He spent most of his time working the mines, and rarely came home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI see.\u201d Ivan ran a hand over his head, smoothing down a rogue curl of hair. They discussed Charlie\u2019s classroom behavior for a while, and Ivan explained the importance of history. He passionately led Marleen down a short discourse of human history and explained how the knowledge of history can change and affect the future. \u201cSo you see Miss Ostheim, uh, Marleen, it\u2019s very important that Charlie learns who he is and how he got here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, you have definitely made a believer out of me. Would you be interested in coming to a party at my father\u2019s home? Everyone loves to debate and talk at my father\u2019s parties, and it would be wonderful to have someone with your point of view.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCertainly! I would love to attend.\u201d Ivan was amazed by his good fortune and his face split with a wide toothy grin. He said goodbye to her and promised to be at the party on Friday night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Friday arrived, and Ivan spent quite a while in front of the mirror wrestling his hair into some semblance of order. Finally, he gave up trying and started the long walk out toward the mines. When he arrived, he donned his Mars suit to take advantage of the shortcut across the Martian surface. His tight-fitting suit had been customized to his long freakish frame. He exited the lock and made his way across the dusty desert-like terrain. This was the old ice mine used when Hellas had first been built. Spires of ice rose from the surface, sublimed away by the sun in weird spooky shapes, casting strange shadows onto the rusty colored Martian surface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan thought while he walked through this alien environment and questioned the wisdom of the UN\u2019s decree that human teachers be provided for Martian children, along with computer and VR education. It was this mandate that had brought him here, and the law forced upon the Martians that aggravated them against him. Every time they looked on him they were reminded that they were not yet free from Earth\u2019s rule over them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He\u2019d made his way about halfway across the gap between the airlocks when the dipping Martian sun began to dim. Sunset had arrived on Mars, and the sky was blackening at his back. A beautiful dusky red was before him and a rock outcrop of the Wall Mountains started to take a bite out of the thumbnail sized sun. The light dropped quickly, and he was glad to see the habitation zone hatch getting nearer to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When Ivan safely passed through the hatch, he sagged visibly with relief. He hopped aboard a transport and was quickly relayed to his destination\u2014the Ostheim household. It looked like any other Martian home on the outside, a hatched dome capable of independent pressurization in an emergency. He pushed the intercom buzzer and was quickly invited in by an elderly gentleman who was already quite merry and inebriated. He introduced himself as Marlene\u2019s father, Brock Ostheim, occupation ice miner. He took Ivan\u2019s hand within his large meaty paw and gave it a one good hard shake and let go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside was warm and cozy, and festive music played about the room. Brock escorted Ivan about and introduced to people. Most of them were polite, but distant, and some gave him icy stares. One young man of about thirty glared at him angrily. His name was Bruce, and it was immediately apparent that he had something against Ivan. It did not take long before he discovered what it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marlene entered the room wearing a stunning royal blue dress, her hair loose and flowing around her shoulders. She immediately became the center of attention, with every eye turned her direction. Marlene walked right past Bruce, and came up to Ivan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHello Ivan! I\u2019m so pleased that you could make it to our little party. She gave him a quick little hug that almost knocked him off balance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI-I\u2019m glad to be here,\u201d he stammered. His face glowed with the heat of a blush, and he caught sight of Bruce, whose angry, jealous stare could not be mistaken. Ivan gulped back fear and backed away from Marlene a half step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIvan! Let\u2019s get a beer.\u201d Bruce grabbed Ivan by the arm quickly and steered him away from Marlene toward a freshly tapped aluminum keg. \u201cMarlene and I go way back, so you stay away from her. You hear me? She\u2019s mine. If you don\u2019t, I\u2019ll beat your ass. Don\u2019t think I won\u2019t.\u201d He grinned widely and pushed a pint into Cranz\u2019s hand. \u201cDo we have an understanding?\u201d He clicked his mug to Ivan\u2019s. \u201cCheers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan wasn\u2019t certain what to do so he just quietly took a sip from the beer. Bruce went over to talk with a friend of his and Ivan was left feeling very much out of place. He tried to look nonchalant and leaned on the bar, looking around at the other faces. Most of them were hard-worn and cracked with age. He listened in on the conversations and nodded his head as if participating. One of them said, \u201cOut-gassing from the mines and the factories have increased air pressure out in the Basin. It\u2019s creating a microclimate. They\u2019re saying that in another ten years, we might not even need pressure suits. It\u2019s because elevation is so low here, and the Hellas Basin walls are so high. There’s almost nine kilometers of atmosphere pressing down on us.\u201d Ivan nodded in agreement, though he’d never heard anything concerning it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marlene bounced up just then, smiling with cheerful exuberance. \u201cCome and meet my uncles.\u201d She swept Ivan off, taking his arm and leading him across the great room to the other side where several older men were seated along the wall engaged in earnest conversation. One of them with silver streaked dark hair and wearing a long brown coat kept getting louder to drive home his point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI tell you, we give them an inch they\u2019ll take a mile. We simply cannot allow it! They think they can just send anyone to Mars without our consent. We should be consulted on every crewed mission.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marlene approached with a wide gleaming smile. \u201cMy uncles! May I introduce Mr. Ivan Cranz? He is Charlie\u2019s teacher at the school. Ivan, this is Max, Dave, Luke, and Joshua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan gave a little nod to them all. His stomach clenched tightly, for he knew that he was on trial here before these men. His mandated presence represented all that they despised about Earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All four of the Uncles stood and exchanged handshakes with Ivan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Max who had been speaking so loudly before said, \u201cCranz eh? I remember when they sent you here. I was against it. I mean, nothing personal against you, of course, but we need working men here. We shouldn\u2019t waste manpower on something like that. \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell I uh\u2026\u201d Ivan clutched his hands together nervously searching for some response. \u201cI suppose you don\u2019t understand exactly what my purpose here is. I\u2019m here to help you. Your continued existence depends on the ability of the colony to become a nation, a civilization in your own right. To do that, you need knowledge. So that, we on Mars can go on to be successful.\u201d Ivan stopped, nearly breathless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell said, Ivan,\u201d Dave piped up from behind Max. \u201cBut you said we. You\u2019re not one of us. You are a UN pain in our side. You\u2019ll meddle with our affairs and then head on back to Earth and report everything we\u2019re doing. A government spy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTo tell the truth. I\u2019ve decided to stay here on Mars permanently\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell that\u2019s a shocker.\u201d Bruce said coming up from behind. \u201cThe schoolteacher who hasn\u2019t worked even one day in the mines wants to stay and work his cushy job teaching kids at the school, and then claim to be one of us. Wasting time, breathing our air, drinking our water, and eating our food. And calling himself one of us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan seemed to shrink shorter now beside Marlene in the face of Bruce\u2019s angry jealousy. \u201cGentlemen, I think you should remember that those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat it.\u201d He hoped that they could somehow resolve this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan caught Marlene looking up at him with a look that could have passed as admiration then. He took up even more courage now feeling bolstered by her support. \u201cFor example you have some history here yourselves, although it is much shorter than Earth\u2019s. I once heard an interesting tale about Major Helis who lost his life during an emergency here. Does anyone know this story?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAye.\u201d Joshua looked him seriously in the face. \u201cThat is no tale. It was 2048. Helis was working the mines when it happened. A depress alarm sounded. Everyone put on their helmets and made for the hatches, but Helis\u2019s helmet latch malfunctioned, and he died before they could get him to the hatch. When they investigated the incident they found that the latch on his helmet seal had been sawed off, purposely. \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan shivered at the mental image of Helis suffocating in his own suit. \u201cThat is horrible. Did they ever figure who did that to him or why?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Max leaned toward Ivan confidentially. \u201cSome say it had to do with an earth war. He was a military man and had served in combat back there. It was thought that maybe someone had an old grudge, but they could never find or prove anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd that\u2019s not the end of it.\u201d Dave\u2019s face looked very grave. \u201cNow and then out on the surface in the Martian air, people have seen him walking around in his suit with no helmet, out in the old ice quarry that\u2019s no longer covered. They say he\u2019s never crossed over because he\u2019s still looking for his killer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bruce snorted in disgust. \u201cYou old-timers still believe that ridiculous ghost story. You can see damn near anything in the ice, if you want to. Me, I never saw anything I couldn\u2019t explain yet, and I work out there every day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI saw him myself once.\u201d Luke now spoke, and all eyes in the room settled on him now. \u201cScariest thing I ever seen. I was out working the roof, sweeping dust. I looked over at the old quarry, and there he stood, plain as day, no helmet at all. Well I beat it for the air lock as fast as I could and damned if he didn\u2019t chase me all the way. I barely made it inside before he could grab me. And when I looked out the lock window, he was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A murmur went up among the crowd then at the frightful telling of Luke\u2019s story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bruce laughed, but Ivan caught the hint of a tremor in it. \u201cYou old space dogs keep believing in your ghosts then, I\u2019m off to get more beer.\u201d He walked off, and the music started up again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was then that Ivan began to form an idea for a plan that just might rid him of Bruce\u2019s hostile intentions, and perhaps gain himself everything he\u2019d ever desired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the evening wound down, the guests began to depart. Ivan found himself beginning to tire, for he rarely stayed up late anymore. He could see Bruce by the bar, carefully watching Marlene and himself. Bruce glowered at them for a while and then left the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan decided it was time to leave, and turned to Marlene. \u201cI had a lovely time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marlene smiled stunningly at him and gave him a little peck on the cheek. \u201cI have enjoyed your company very much, please come again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI surely hope that I can.\u201d He gathered up his pack, containing his Mars suit, and left into the Martian night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the transport dropped Ivan off at the airlock he was plenty nervous, and his hands shook as he put on the suit, locking his helmet in place extremely carefully. He stood off to the side and waited in the shadows, out of the street lighting. Sure enough, a lone figure swaggered slowly along the road. As it came under the lone streetlight, Ivan could see that it was indeed Bruce. He looked about in all directions, put on a Mars suit and cycled through the lock. Ivan could see him walk off in the distance and hide behind an ice spire. Bruce waited for him, maybe to hurt him, possibly to kill him. He was drunk and angry enough to do anything foolish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan cycled through the lock and snuck off to one side weaving his way through the abstract world of ice formations. He kept his helmet light off and circled about the location where Bruce stood waiting for him. He could see him just standing there, swaying a bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan braced himself, took a deep breath and removed his helmet. He charged right at Bruce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bruce saw something in the twilight. He switched on his light and saw the helmet-less figure running straight at him. He screamed within his suit and sprinted away as fast as he could for the airlock. Ivan was fast on his heels, his face felt as if it were being frozen off and sucked out simultaneously, and he was almost at the end of his breath. He ran after Bruce and threw his helmet at the form fleeing in front of him, and watched it bounce harmlessly off the suit. Bruce ran to the hatch, opened it, and slammed it shut behind him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan retrieved his helmet, ducked behind some ice, and put his helmet back on. He felt terrible, his face crackled with ice and he gulped in cold breaths of oxygen from the suit that was mixed with too much of the carbon dioxide of Mars. Soon, the suit compensated and he started to breathe normally. He waited for an hour before leaving the safety of his hiding place. He shook with fear and trepidation. Eventually he calmed down and felt at ease to leave and go home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life returned to normal for the next week, but then he received a call from Marlene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHave you heard?\u201d She paused. \u201cBruce moved to the Tharsis colony! He came back the day after the party, swearing up and down that Helis had attacked him out at the old quarry. Everyone told him he was being crazy, but he wouldn\u2019t listen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan smiled in secret on his end of the phone. \u201cHow strange. Well he did seem a bit unbalanced. Maybe everyone is better off now that he\u2019s over at Tharsis.\u201d I know I am, he thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCould be,\u201d Marlene said slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan worried that she had figured out his scheme, and maybe she had, or at least suspected. But what of it? Perhaps she might even respect him for it. He took an insane risk. \u201cMarlene, would you like to go to dinner with me this weekend?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was a pause at the other end, and then she said, \u201cYes, I\u2019d like that very much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivan permitted himself a toothy smile of satisfaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Prologue Despite being new to humanity, Hellas Planitia had a long and very violent history. 3.9 billion years ago a large asteroid had slammed into the Martian surface, vaporizing it, and spreading debris seven thousand kilometers in every direction. The impact was so severe that it affected the core of the planet, beginning the long slow winding down of its magnetosphere. When the lava flows from nearby Hadriacus Mons had finished flowing into the four-kilometer deep hole, water settled down into the lower parts of Hellas. The planet\u2019s atmosphere was slowly stripped away by the solar winds– which now were free to ravage Mars. The planet cooled, the water froze, and the crust became covered by dust from storms and meteoric impact debris. The seas of mars became hidden glaciers, buried protectively under the layers of Martian regolith, and were now the lifeblood of a thriving population of humans. A small community tucked down in a hollow at the bottom of Hellas was covered with a protective glass roof to keep the earth-like atmosphere in. 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