Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
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ANALOG<br />
Adrienne to bat at the semi-floating intruder.<br />
“Tell me what is this?” Katya asked. She<br />
glanced at R-Eva’s head, then looked up to Antoniy.<br />
Antoniy stammered <strong>and</strong> tried not to direct<br />
his gaze where he most wanted to look.<br />
Katya’s degree in electrical engineering had<br />
not stunted her femininity, nor her ability to<br />
monopolize the thoughts of a man. Enzo felt<br />
bad for Adrienne’s discomfort <strong>and</strong> wondered<br />
what might happen to a more serious competitor<br />
for Antoniy’s attention. He took his filtrate<br />
<strong>and</strong> left, wisely deciding there was no<br />
further need of his presence.<br />
Enzo looked at the eight CC of filtrate. Collecting<br />
enough to plant a tomato would take<br />
time, but as long as the crew continued to<br />
shed their skin he’d eventually have a bowl of<br />
nutritionally deficient organic dust.<br />
Enzo knew the creation of soil would be<br />
classified as an unsanctioned biological experiment.<br />
Any number of PhDs would actively<br />
object to the skunk-works project when<br />
their research was being delayed. Station operations<br />
didn’t care about PhD empire-building<br />
concerns, but they sure as hell would<br />
strongly discourage anything with a potential<br />
to cause a clean-room failure. He thought it<br />
best to keep things quiet.<br />
But filtrate wasn’t fertile soil. As a boy, he<br />
carried compost to all corners of the fattoria.<br />
He blamed the unending job for his mental<br />
block of agriculture <strong>and</strong> resulting civil engineering<br />
degree, but fully understood the necessity.<br />
Tomatoes would need minerals <strong>and</strong><br />
organics. He pondered stealing chemicals<br />
from the hydroponics lab, but that would be<br />
difficult <strong>and</strong> somewhat contrary to his self-imposed<br />
rules of the game—an unfair shortcut.<br />
He needed rotting vegetables.<br />
“Olya, what do you do with the food wastes?<br />
How do you break it down for the plants in hydroponics?”<br />
Enzo queried the cook over dinner.<br />
Dmitry quietly shoveled in his food.<br />
Olya reached across Dmitry’s plate for the<br />
saltshaker, shook it <strong>and</strong> wetted a finger to<br />
pick up the small amount. Licking it from her<br />
finger, she pointed her blue eyes at Enzo.<br />
“Incinerator. Too much spices <strong>and</strong> meat.<br />
Wrecks hydroponics then no dermo tomato<br />
for Dmitry.”<br />
She looked at Dmitry, who smiled at being<br />
mentioned but continued to focus on his<br />
plate of food.<br />
Later, Enzo found an opportunity to w<strong>and</strong>er<br />
past the kitchen. “Chort voz’mi!” Olya’s voice<br />
rose amidst a chorus of buzzers <strong>and</strong> the clatter<br />
of a dropped bowl. She bent to scoop up<br />
the spilled pan of re-hydrating textured vegetable<br />
protein.<br />
“Can I help?” Enzo asked.<br />
Olya jumped <strong>and</strong> spun to face Enzo, suddenly<br />
aware of his presence. “Nyet. This is<br />
fine. You are back, would you like coffee?”<br />
“Um . . . I hoped to find out more about<br />
food wastes,” Enzo asked. “I’m doing some research<br />
<strong>and</strong> hoped to get some samples.”<br />
“Antoniy says you collect moosor,” Olya<br />
leaned back on the counter, holding the pan<br />
of scooped-up TVP. “You need more? You like<br />
messy room, garbage lying around?”<br />
“Uh, I’m . . . doing some research on . . .”<br />
“You are not good liar, Enzo,” Olya put<br />
down the pan <strong>and</strong> wiped her h<strong>and</strong>s. “You<br />
have dust, now you need old food. Tell me<br />
what you research.”Olya flashed a smile, melting<br />
Enzo’s self-reserve.<br />
“Er. Okay . . . I’m going to grow tomatoes,”<br />
admitted Enzo. “The dust <strong>and</strong> food waste are<br />
for making soil. When I have enough, I’ll plant<br />
seeds, <strong>and</strong> then surprise Dmitry with a real<br />
soil-grown tomato.”<br />
Enzo stopped, knowing the space station<br />
owners wouldn’t want to hear about soil being<br />
created on-board. Perpetrators would likely<br />
be sent Earthside <strong>and</strong> Olya was now in the<br />
uncomfortable position of either informant or<br />
collaborator.<br />
“Soil tomato for Dmitry?” Olya crossed her<br />
arms <strong>and</strong> smirked at Enzo. Her lips worked<br />
side to side, mirroring the thoughts behind<br />
her eyes.<br />
“I like,” Olya said. “I supply ground up vegetable<br />
scrap, rescued from trash of sloppy<br />
eaters. No meat. How much you need?”<br />
Enzo needed far less than Olya supplied.<br />
Perhaps Olya was interested in gaining Dmitry’s<br />
attention. Like Antoniy, Dmitry was shy,<br />
but the sisters appeared to like the hard-to-get<br />
Russian boys.<br />
“How is research?” Olya often whispered to<br />
Enzo, but only when Dmitry was out of<br />
earshot.<br />
10 MARK NIEMANN-ROSS