Destroyer 105: Scorched Earth
By Warren Murphy and Richard Sapir
Chapter 1
In the beginning, no one expected the BioBubble to burst.
Certainly not the national press, which hailed it as being in the vanguard of man's exploration of space-even though it wasn't part of the space program.
When the space program angle became old news, the press hailed it as the perfect tool for solving the global eco-crisis of the moment.
The eco-crisis of the moment changed from moment to moment, of course. Sometimes it changed from newspaper to news outlet.
On the same day, at opposite ends of the continental United States, the BioBubble-a three-acre honeycomb terrarium of thermopane glass supported by white-painted steel trusswork-was simultaneously hailed as the solution to the global-warming crisis and the jumping-off point for man's eventual relocation to a less polluted planet.
Thus claimed the New York Times and the San Francisco Chronicle, respectively.
After a while, the national press began seeing it differently. Even with the decline in readership and the spiraling cost of bulk newsprint eroding the page counts of most big-city dailies, the editors still had column incises to fill.
The first red glimmering of trouble came when to support the faltering project-no one at BioBubble Inc. would say why it was faltering, just that it was-the facility was opened to tourists. Only then was the first discouraging word heard.
"Tourists? Isn't the BioBubble hermetically sealed? With airlocks?" asked a reporter at an outdoor news conference at the BioBubble site with the eroded redsandstone hills of Dodona, Arizona, shimmering in the background. The spot had been chosen for its resemblance to the landscape of Mars, according to the earliest press releases.
"Yes. To simulate every ecosystem on our fragile planet," said the director of information for BioBubble Inc., Amos Bulla.
"If you let in tourists, won't that destroy the BioBubble's eco-integrity?" a second reporter pressed.
"Tourists will not be allowed in. Only to look in. Think of it as a zoo with people on both sides of the bars."
"What if someone throws a brick?"
"The glass is tempered and bulletproof. But no one would be so malicious," Bulla said sanctimoniously.
In truth, no one was. Unless one counted the press and their figurative cast stones called factoids.
There was a spate of editorials criticizing the project for stooping to the level of a scientific Disneyland. But another round of editorials from rival papers, insisting that scientific research needed to hack out uncleared paths, put a temporary halt to that line of criticism.
Then a Japanese tourist with a Nikon and a roll of Fuji Super D Plus film shot the half-chewed pizza crust sticking out from the compost heap on the other side of the sealed glass-and-steel honeycomb habitat.
He sold the shot to the National Enquirer for sixty thousand dollars, and the Enquirer ran it on the front page, with the headline BioBobble Revealed. Because the Enquirer was now a chief news source for the national press, the Boston Globe took it seriously and sent one of its photojournalists to investigate.
"The photos clearly showed a pizza crust in the compost heap," the journalist argued.
"I agree," Amos Bulla said forthrightly. "But not our compost heap."
"The photo definitely showed white-painted steel trusswork in the foreground."
"A clever fake. The BioBubble has been sealed for over a year now. All the food is grown organically, then recycled. There is no pizza being baked or grown in the BioBubble habitat."
"Then why did the Enquirer pay a Japanese tourist sixty grand for a snapshot?"
"To sell newspapers. Just like you're doing," retorted the director of information for BioBubble Inc.
After the pizza-crust crisis blew over, things settled down for a while. And so did publicity. With publicity off, the tourist flow dropped to a lazy, sporadic trickle.
"We need to pump up the volume on this thing," said the financier of the project by long-distance telephone.
"Last time, the whole thing was almost blown out of the water," Bulla told him. When not dealing with the press, he functioned as project director-a position neither demanding nor critical, inasmuch as the facility, once sealed, was supposed to be self-sustaining.
"Whose fault was that?"
"That won't happen again. I laid down the law. Next time we sneak in pizza, everybody eats their crust, too. We can't afford another PR problem."
"Maybe we can manufacture a crisis."
"What kind of crisis?" asked Bulla guardedly, thinking I'm the front man so I'm the fall guy if anything goes wrong.
"An eco-crisis. What else?"
A solemn press release was duly issued, alerting the nation and the universe at large that the BioBubble, the self-sustaining greenhouse that was itself a miniature Mother Earth, was mysteriously, inescapably losing oxygen.
"This may in some way mirror the loss of greenhouse gases our dear Mother Earth is currently experiencing," Bulla announced.
This was said at a press conference at the Dodona, Arizona, site of the BioBubble construct with the hot sun making the Dome resemble an otherworldly gem.
The press was there in substantial numbers. It was a slow news day.
"Do you have any reason to suspect leakage?" Bulla was asked.
"BioBubble integrity stands one hundred percent. There is some atmo imbalance occurring within the habitat. Or one of the ecosystems."
Someone wondered if there was excess methane in the air.
"As a matter of fact, that is one of the rising gases. Why do you ask?"
"Methane is released through intestinal gas. There's a theory that bovine methane emissions are responsible for the ozone-layer problem," said the stringer from Mother Jones.
"There are only a dozen cows in the BioBubble."
"People fart, too. Especially eco-pioneers living off beans and tofu."
This was said in all seriousness, but the assembled press rippled in raucous laughter.
The director of BioBubble information wasn't amused and did not join in the merriment.
"Methane is only one of the problematic ascendant gases," he added. "Nitrogen is up, too. As is carbon dioxide."