The advertisement is the most truthful part of a newspaper.
(Thomas Jefferson)
The Feuerdrache was on the way back home. They had found water on Mars, a little bit of it at least, but no life. The boffins were already calculating whether the total amount water hidden below ground might allow establishment of a permanent settlement. Helga von Tschirschwitz had seen the figures. Yes, it would be possible, provided the subsoil humidity wasn’t restricted to Syrtis Major. Yeah, but it wasn’t attractive to colonise Mars. A small research outfit certainly should be sustainable; but for colonisation, Arx was going to offer far better conditions.
For the journos, however, the old stories about Mars seemed to be alive still – although there assuredly were no channels and no Martians, not even microbes, on Mars. They were now babbling excitedly about colonising the Red Planet. That was counterproductive. One was bent on establishing Arx; Mars was not on the RRA list of extraterrestrial settlements. Director Kammler had tasked her to kill the rubbish.
That was easier said than done, as Helga had quickly found out. Jupiter was far away, really far away. Mars was much closer – and now within easy reach, just a fortnight trip for an NPP ship. Whoever travelled to Jupiter would be there for the rest of his life, by all probability. But Mars was quite close. Work on Mars, retire on Earth. It was very attractive to speculate in this vain. Even tourists might travel to Mars, rich tourists of course.
And it was a nice distraction from the perpetual pest waffle, which had no news value anyway – as nothing seemed to be happening lately. Therefore, the hacks wouldn’t drop the Mars theme. On the contrary, they were pushing it. It was irksome. Well, and the chancellor might eventually read the scribblings. Who could tell what he would make of it? Kammler would go ballistic, if he should be tasked with establishing a Martian colony as well…