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"Tribes of the Orange Sun," published in November, 2001,
looks at Earth two hundred years in the future. Population
has grown to 24 billion. Science and technology has kept
up with this over population (fed the people) and struggled
with the environmental problems - but human lifestyles
have changed dramatically. (Note that growth to 24 billion
in 200 years requires a slowing of the current growth rate
- to a doubling in 100 years instead of 40 years).

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    Future scientists, struggling with over population and
    environmental problems, devise an ambitious plan to
    manage further population growth. Earth Government 
    hastily implements the new plan for space colonization; 
    the only alternative, forced control of the population,
    is not politically attractive.

    Adam Hampton, the newest member of the population
    project's organizing team, objects to an excessively
    optimistic use of old and some very new technologies.
    He suspects that the plan is fundamentally flawed,
    that the lives of the many young volunteers are at
    risk. But, in the beginning, he cannot point to anything
    specific. He can only watch and wait while three of his 
    best friends - and millions of others - begin what they 
    believe will be a great adventure and a new life.

    The eager volunteers reach their destination, a faraway 
    earthlike planet, but events don't go as planned. They 
    must soon fight for bare survival against an ancient 
    menace - a menace that had plagued growing populations,
    man and animal alike, since life on Earth first began.

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*Synopsis, Tribes of the Orange Sun:

Future scientists, struggling with overpopulation and the ruin of Earth's natural environment, devise an ambitious plan to manage further growth of human numbers. Earth Government hastily implements the plan - the only alternative, forced population control, is not politically attractive.

Adam Hampton, the newest member of the project's organizing team, objects to an overly optimistic use of old and some very new technologies. He suspects that the plan is fundamentally flawed, that the lives of the many young volunteers are at risk. But, in the beginning, he cannot point to anything specific. He can only watch and wait while three of his best friends - and millions of others - begin what they believe will be a great adventure and a new life.

The eager volunteers reach their faraway destination, but events don't go as planned. They must soon fight for bare survival - against an ancient menace that had plagued growing populations, man and animal alike, since life first began.

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*Exerpts from several chapters, Tribes of the Orange Sun:

* * *Chapter 4

"We're beginning a grand experiment!" Avery said. Adam turned toward him and smiled. Avery radiated enthusiasm; Adam thought of a small boy opening a birthday present.

* * *Chapter 4

"That's not politically possible." Avery put his hand on Adam's shoulder. "Adam, we can do it that way only if the government changes the laws on Earth. We both know they won't."

"But this is too risky," Adam said. The government leaders would certainly support the initial plan, he thought. They would look like they were doing something about the problem, and disregard any risk. Earth's population would still grow, but they would just point to the future expansion of the plan. The political will to impose positive control on the population now looked even more remote.

"Relax, Adam," Avery said. "We'll be using the latest and the greatest. All new advances will be included. It'll work!"

"I wish I could be so optimistic." Adam walked the few steps back to his chair and picked up his coffee cup. He then looked back at Avery.

"It'll work," Avery repeated. "Just keep your eyes and ears open so that we don't make any mistakes." He picked up the few notes he had placed on the podium. "Rob tells me we'll even be able to use hypersignal."

* * *Chapter 12

He opened his eyes, and then looked down at the journal, at the numbers he had, a few minutes earlier, transferred from the computer. Daydreaming won't change the facts, he told himself. He scrutinized the data.

He had been correct. The minor production problem he had first noticed a week earlier was getting worse.

He looked up when his assistant entered the control room. "Something isn't right here, Andy," he said.

* * *Chapter 18

He reached the edge of a sunny clearing. He halted. The clearing was full of dirt mounds. Graves! So many graves! He looked around. Some were marked, but most were not. Some looked fresher than others. Hundreds of the small mounds sprouted amid the flowers.

He proceeded again, and skirted around the clearing. He had better plan on the East Quadrant after all, he told himself.

All was strangely quiet, he thought. No birds sang in the valley.

* * *Chapter 22

A fundamental limit? Yes. He grimaced. Theory or history might suggest a number, but the only way to be sure would be to do the experiment. He hadn't thought of it that way.

The PANS team had inadvertently set up a perfect experiment.

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Chapter 1. Adam

The engines hummed contentedly. Passenger Adam Hampton, his head back in the headrest, dozed in his seat. He stirred when a voice over the cabin speaker intruded. "We're passing the city of Louisville," the crew manager announced, "on the left."

Adam opened his eyes and straightened up. Seated next to a left-side window, he raised a hand to block the morning sun and glanced down at what he guessed to be the city center far below. He rubbed his eyes, and then looked around the cabin. Not one of the three hundred or so other passengers would show much interest, he told himself. He could see only a few of them, but he knew. Just about everyone had forgotten--or simply disregarded--the Louisville incident, even though nearly a hundred people had died in the panic and riots two years ago.

He looked out the window again. It hadn't been a true supply problem, he thought. A data error had delayed the city's weekly food deliveries. The government's claim, to this day, was that it "can't happen again." The private news services had called the incident a "one-in-a-billion chance event." Adam shook his head. He had often wondered if he was the only one on Earth who understood the real meaning behind the Louisville incident.

The city fell back behind the wing, but Adam believed he had been able to pick out the city center from its surroundings while it was in sight. He glanced at his watch, and then tried to put Louisville out of his thoughts. The craft would set down at Earth City in about thirty minutes, and he could use a little more sleep before he reported in for his new job. He had boarded before dawn. He leaned back, closed his eyes and listened to the hum of the engines.

* * *

The waiting line in the air terminal was long and Adam was last, but the line moved swiftly. He smiled when he reached the end, and rested his datacase on the table between himself and a uniformed guard.

"How long do you plan to stay in the city, Sir?" the terminal guard asked.

"I guess I'll be here a while," Adam said. "I have a new job."

"Then I'll have to see your permit." The guard stepped to his left, toward the computer display screen and hand analyzer at one end of the table.

Adam opened his datacase, took out several documents and handed them to the guard. He watched while the man checked the documents against information brought up on the photronic display screen, and complied when asked to place his hand on the analyzer.

"Everything looks proper, Dr. Hampton," the guard said. He handed the documents back to Adam. "I apologize for the delay. We've had to make some new rules."

"That's all right. I understand the problem." Adam had to look up at the guard, who was considerably taller than his own 185-centimeter frame. He wasn't used to that.

"It's over sixty million." The guard smiled. "That's just the city proper."

"And still growing," Adam said. He shook his head and added, aloud but mostly to himself, "How are we feeding them all?"

Adam saw the guard glance at a half-wrapped and half-eaten barquille, a popular kind of machine-produced sandwich, on the table next to the analyzer. "I've never gone without, Dr. Hampton."

Adam winced. An hour or so earlier he had flown over Louisville. He expected only a blank stare if he mentioned the two-year-old incident, so he simply grumbled, under his breath, "I'm talking about the whole world."

The guard shrugged. "But I could use a little more elbow room," he said. "I see you'll be working for Administrator Averyís office."

"I don't yet know just what I'll be doing." Adam stuffed the documents back into his datacase. "They have a new plan to handle this situation."

The guard looked at him. "A new plan?"

"I already told you everything they told me. Sorry." Adam heard shuffling behind him. He glanced back and saw that other travelers, from another flight, were getting in line.

"They're a busy bunch," the guard said. "I won't delay you any longer." He smiled. "Welcome to Earth City, Dr. Hampton."

* * *

Adam departed the city shuttle, or chute, that had carried him from the air terminal, climbed a flight of stairs and stepped out onto the pavement. He consulted his pocket locator for directions and proceeded, on foot with datacase in hand, toward his destination. A brisk wind blew between the surrounding tall buildings, but it was at his back and pleasantly warm.

While he walked, he remembered his only previous visit to Earth City and smiled. His father, who had referred to the city by its historic name of Atlanta, had taken him to the Great Earth Zoo on his seventh birthday.

How he had loved the great cats and other large animals at the zoo! He recalled how fascinated he had been when his father told him that such animals had once roamed freely, without support and control from people.

Wild animals? Large animals running free, just like the small ones? His father had explained such things.

He thought of the ten years that had passed since the accident that had taken his father from him, and the more than eighteen years since that zoo trip. Now Earth City, the seat of Earth Government, was nearly the biggest on the planet. It didn't look at all like he remembered. Even though the city had grown in those eighteen years, the buildings had looked bigger back then.

Those memories were from the perspective of a child, he told himself. He dodged and weaved past others on foot in the crowded streets. They must be government workers, he thought, since most of the surrounding buildings housed government agencies. He sidestepped another hurrying pedestrian, turned a corner and reached the building described by his locator.

A pair of lion statues guarded the entrance to the white marble building. He hesitated and gently patted the head of one of the lions. He then climbed a short stone staircase. He hesitated again, and then entered the building and approached the reception desk. He brushed back his hair with his hand, grinned and said, "It's good to see a real live receptionist. I'm Adam Hampton."

"Hello, Dr. Hampton." The receptionist smiled. "And welcome! We've been expecting you. Oh, Dr. Avery wanted to see you as soon as you arrived. I'll have someone show you to his office." She turned to her voice-visual terminal and said a few words.

A man soon appeared, and Adam recognized him from a recent conference. The two exchanged greetings, thanked the receptionist and took a short ride on the jet lift. On the building's top floor, Adam followed through a maze of hallways to a pleasantly furnished waiting room.

His companion pointed to a large double door. "That's Bill's office. I have to get back to work, so I can't go in to introduce you. But no need. Oh, don't get lost in there."

"Lost in there?" Adam asked.

"You'll see."

"Thanks, Stan. Good seeing you again." Adam smiled.

Stan returned Adam's smile. "You too, Adam. We'll get together later this week. You'll be working with us on the planning."

Adam hoped to clear up some of the mystery before meeting Avery. "Stan, I haven't been told anything."

"Yeah. Better ask Bill. But you may have to wait for the meeting. See you then." Stan turned and headed back down the hall.

Adam didn't pursue it. He nodded, and then turned and faced Avery's office entrance. A sign by the door read: ADMINISTRATOR, EARTH POPULATION ADMINISTRATION. A photronic receptionist terminal stood next to the door.

He hesitated a moment. He had just graduated from Earth University with a doctoral degree in population science. The administration had offered him the job a few months earlier; completion of the doctoral program had been the only requirement. Why did they choose me? he asked himself. Many others were more qualified for such a high level position, he thought, even though he didn't yet know what he would be doing. Now the administrator wanted to see him even before he had a chance to relax after his long trip. Avery had been administrator for nearly thirty years; he likely would remain so for the foreseeable future. Adam knew he had better be able to get along, even though he opposed Avery's most basic policies on population growth.

Adam looked at the photronic receptionist, and told himself to stop daydreaming. It was time to meet the administrator. Stan had called him "Bill," he assured himself. That didn't sound like an autocrat. He quickly straightened his tunic with his right hand, and then glanced at the datacase in his left. He placed his right hand on the horizontal screen of the receptionist.

"Come in, Dr. Hampton. I've been expecting you," said a voice from the receptionist.

Adam stepped up to the metallic door. It buzzed as it parted in two before him and slid into the side walls. He entered the large office, and the leaves and branches of a potpourri of potted plants appeared to jump out at him. Some displayed brilliantly colored flowers. Green ferns reached almost to the ceiling, and the reds and whites of coleus accented the lower levels.

He stopped just inside, and noticed a flowery fragrance while he glanced around. The plants lined much of the wall space, and a few even graced the middle of the floor. Data cabinets created a small maze in one corner and several desks and chairs lay here and there, but the greenery and floral colors took command.

Through the few windows not blocked by leaves and branches, he saw only the tall buildings of Earth City.

He jumped when the voice sounded again, this time not from a machine. "You're admiring my jungle."

Adam peered past the greenery. He tried to find the source of the voice.

The voice went on. "The experts insisted that most of this stuff wouldn't grow well in here. But I simply applied the best of our technology."

Adam spotted the administrator seated behind a large desk at the far end of the room. Several potted geraniums adorned the desk, and a shaft of late morning sunlight illuminated the man's full head of white hair. The now embodied voice continued, "This is an elixir for my mind, Dr. Hampton."

Adam nodded.

He knew that Avery was just over ninety-one years of age, but the man appeared fit and strong. Although average life spanned more than a hundred years, he thought, most people retired from active work by age eighty. The man at the desk looked like he could handle whatever came his way, and do so for a long time to come. Adam knew that much came the way of this office.

"Well, speak up, young man!" The man at the desk stood up and leaned over the desk toward Adam. "At least say 'hello' or 'pleased to meet you.'"

"I apologize, Sir," Adam said. He grinned. "I'm happy and proud to meet you, Sir. And I like your jungle."

"Come in. All the way, that is." Avery pointed to a fat couch next to his desk. "Sit down here under the impatiens." He smiled. "By the way, call me Bill. And may I call you Adam?"

Adam stepped up to the desk. "Yes, please do, Sir--Bill." He shook hands with Avery, put his datacase on the floor and sat on the couch.

"Let's talk a while. Then I'll show you around." Avery sat down and leaned back in his chair. "I understand that in your dissertation you explained how the advance of technology allowed our human population to grow to its present level--and still produce enough of life's necessities to go around."

Here it comes, Adam thought. He responded hastily. "Just the past two hundred years. Since the very late twentieth century."

"I'm curious," Avery said. "Why did you pick that particular starting point?"

"That was the beginning of the era called the information age. I guess I figured it'd be easier to research the data after that time." Adam leaned back in the couch. He had been sitting on its edge. He craved a cup of coffee, but Avery hadn't offered any. He didn't ask.

"Sounds logical. It could've taken years longer." Avery smiled.

"Yes. But that wasn't my motivation," Adam said. "I mostly wanted a way to be sure I had all the relevant data." He looked around for the cup of coffee that wasn't there.

"You did all that very well," Avery said. He picked up a small photronic disk from his desk, and then put it back down.

Adam believed that the disk contained his dissertation. Avery had prepared for this encounter, he thought.

"But your basic conclusion," Avery asked, "was that technology had just barely kept up with needs?"

"Yes, Sir. Bill. I believe that we're reaching a crisis. More than twenty-four billion people! Science and resources just can't keep up indefinitely." Adam, on the edge of the couch again, hesitated.

Avery smiled, and Adam understood this to mean "Go ahead, Iím listening." He went on. "We're holding on to technology by a thread. I firmly believe that the voluntary rules of the past century and a half cannot work. In the long term. These barely slowed growth."

"But the rate has slowed," Avery said. "I would say considerably."

Adam had the growth numbers memorized. On average, Earth's population had more than doubled in the twenty-first century and nearly doubled again in the nearly completed twenty-second. The time for the population to double had been much shorter during the twentieth century, and that greater rate had continued only into the very early twenty-first. He conceded to himself that Avery was technically correct. The "rate" had decreased. But when one looked at absolute numbers, he thought, growth remained a problem. He could argue that numerical point with Avery some other time, he told himself. "We must have zero growth," he said, "or even a reversal." He added, hastily, "By natural attrition, of course."

Avery nodded.

Adam raised his voice. "I believe weíve reached a point where Earth Government must impose involuntary measures. Scientific measures. There are effective methods." He stopped abruptly.

"Take it easy, Adam." Avery smiled and pointed to the small disk on his desk. "You've done a fine job, and you'll have plenty of opportunity to express yourself."

"I apologize." Adam relaxed back in the couch. "I guess I just have strong feelings about it."

"I will agree that Earth has had the benefit of what could be called a best case scenario," Avery said. "Since the middle of the twenty-first century things have fallen into place very fortuitously." He added, "But you must give technology some credit, too."

Since the middle of the twenty-first century indeed! Adam thought. The first half of that century hadnít been fortuitous. More than two billion people had died from causes directly tied to human numbers.

He hadn't found that number listed in the records. Instead he had determined it by painstaking addition from thousands of individual sets of records. He had published his findings, but they had been generally ignored.

Since the middle twenty-first century science and technology had attacked that death rate, with vigor and very successfully. They had never, he told himself, seriously assaulted the birth rate. The problem? Those disasters had been spread out in time, fifty years; and in space, at scattered locations earthwide. To many they must have looked like isolated incidents rather than symptoms of a global and more sinister problem.

Adam's diffidence won out. "Yes," he said, "I guess I do give credit."

"Rest assured that you'll be heard," Avery said. He nodded. "But you'll have to convince many people in addition to myself."

Adam shrugged. "I expect that."

"I suggest that you not push it too hard until you have better arguments than those you've presented and published so far." Avery pointed again to the disk. "While they're good arguments, they aren't proof."

"I don't know how to prove it." Adam sighed.

"Of course we all examined your ideas before we agreed to make you part of our team." Avery smiled, and glanced toward the disk rack at the edge of his desk. "All of us here believe that we can use our rapidly advancing technology to provide for our growing needs, and it's what our elected officials demand. They control the resources."

"Of course. I understand." Adam added in a small voice, "But I donít know how to argue with politicians." A smooth-talking young Earth Senator, he recalled, had made a fool of him nine years earlier. He frowned. An audience of billions had witnessed that debate.

"Perhaps you'll have to learn," Avery said.

Adam nodded.

"As you know," Avery said, "we're planning the next major project. You'll be a big part of this grand plan."

Adam perked up. "Tell me about it."

"We call it Population Accommodation-Next Step," Avery said. "We've talked about it here for a few years, and now have the know-how to begin. I can't tell you anything today, but we'll go over everything at our first official meeting in a few days." He put his hands on his desk.

Adam didn't pressure Avery for the information, and he tried not to show his disappointment. It's apparently accommodation, he thought, not control. He wondered if he was in the right job; maybe he had been too hasty in his acceptance of this position. He would, he quickly decided, stay around long enough to find out the details. He could resign later, he told himself. Since Avery appeared to be preparing to get up, Adam slid to edge of the couch. "Will I be able to help, Bill?" he asked.

"Adam, we need a devil's advocate," Avery said. "We expect a lot from you." He got up from his chair. "Come, I'll introduce you to the other members of the team."

Adam stood up as Avery stepped out from behind the desk. He noted that Avery was five or six centimeters shorter than himself, but was well proportioned. The man's ninety-plus years, he thought, showed only in his white hair and the wrinkles around his eyes.

He picked up his datacase and followed Avery. As they left the greenery-filled office and entered the hallway, he asked, "Is Hugh Bruce on the team?"

"Oh, I expected you to ask that," Avery said. "Yes, he is."

Adam watched Avery stop by his photronic receptionist and press a few keys. "I understand you and Hugh had a little dispute recently," Avery said. He turned and motioned Adam to follow. "At a conference, I think."

Adam followed Avery down the hallway. "He disagreed with something I said," he said. "I usually don't mind criticism, Bill."

Avery interrupted. "Hugh's notorious for his lack of tact. He's a young hothead, but he's a brilliant and valued member of the group. I expect to have my hands full keeping you two working together."

"I won't start any fights," Adam said. He took a deep breath through his nose. He missed the flowery fragrance of Avery's office.

"You'll meet eight of the team members this morning," Avery said. "The rest are away right now. Seven more. I believe you already know a few."

Adam followed Avery around a turn and down another long hallway. "The team will be the decision-making body for our project," Avery said. "We'll organize other groups--many other scientists and engineers--to work out the details. But we'll run the show. We're responsible only to the people. We'll report directly to their elected officials."

"I'm curious, Bill." Adam said. "I hope I can be of help."

"You'll earn your keep. I know you'll do a great job." Avery motioned Adam to get in the jet lift. "But please keep an open mind." He smiled. "We're about to begin mankind's greatest endeavor."

That's not much of a clue, Adam thought.

He followed Avery from office to office on several floors and visited briefly with seven of his new teammates. The eighth, Hugh Bruce, was not in his office, but Adam spotted him in the hallway.

He glanced at Avery, and then approached Bruce and said, "I'm Adam Hampton. We talked briefly a few weeks ago." He extended his hand.

"Hello, Hampton," Bruce said. "I'm Hugh Bruce, but I'm sure you know that. Yes, I remember your outmoded ideas."

Adam noted that Bruce had a firm handshake. "I use the word 'realistic,'" Adam said.

"Welcome to the team anyway," Bruce responded.

Adam amused himself with his thoughts while Avery greeted Bruce. He had tried to grow a moustache, but, the color of his dark blond hair, it had looked like just a dirty face. Bruce's moustache was dark and full, matching his black hair.

After Bruce had gone on his way, Avery said to Adam, "You handled that brusquely. Both of you." He smiled. "But I'm optimistic. By the way, Hugh approved of your joining the team."

Adam decided that he was going to like Avery. That smile certainly put him at ease. He again followed Avery down the hallway, until the two reached the open door of a small but cozy-looking office. "This's your new home," Avery said.

Adam entered the office, while Avery stood just outside. "Nice," Adam said as he glanced around. A desk, smaller than Avery's, stood near a relatively large window. Several empty disk racks adorned the desk. A combination computer and voice-visual terminal, on a wheeled cart, sat on the hard tile floor next to the desk.

"Talk to Jim Croner. I'll ask him to v-v you. He'll see that you get what you need." Avery smiled. "I'm going to abandon you right now."

"All right." Adam returned Avery's smile.

"If you haven't anything planned for dinner," Avery said, "why don't you join Brenda and myself at our home. I don't want you to be alone on your first evening in the city." He turned to leave. "I'll give you directions later."

"I'd be delighted," Adam said. "I'll look forward to meeting Brenda." He watched Avery walk away, and added quietly, "And to finding out about that new project."

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*Synopsis, Pale Yellow Sun:

The people of Emil, living a relatively idyllic life in a bountiful land, learn that they will soon face great change. Like it or not, they must end their isolation and become entangled in the most critical problem menacing the rest of civilization. All of their concerns, both societal and personal, have to make way for the new challenge.

Andy Landis is a young engineer recently graduated from prestigious East Quadrant University. He has been offered a great new job, and is just beginning a romance with a young woman he has known since childhood. His plans take a turn when he is asked to take part in a decision crucial to his society's future. He soon learns that the choice will be between the ruin of his beautiful homeland and mass murder - and suspects that the decision could be his alone.

To make this terrible choice, Andy must uncover secrets from that society's tragic early days.

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