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situation as O’Hara. She’d had a half-dozen ova frozen and filed when she was a girl, and then had herself sterilized. If she wanted a child she could either choose a father and have the fertilized ovum implanted in her womb, or opt for parthenogenesis—have her cell quickened by micro-surgery, then bear a daughter who would be a genetic duplicate of herself. Since neither of these procedurescould be done outside of a hospital, New New’s administration had de facto control over population growth, if they wanted to exercise it. Many people, O’Hara included, did want them to shut down the conception labs for a few years, and they could do it as a simple administrative procedure (though there would be noise), since the right to bear and keep children was not guaranteed by the Declaration of Rights.
    That was the demographic rub, though. Freedom of religious expression was guaranteed, and women being baby machines was fundamental to the Devonite religion. (Sterilization, of course, was an unforgivable sin; their ova were quickened the old-fashioned sloppy way.) In five years a lucky woman might have six or seven multiple pregnancies.
    “It was different when they had a whole World to themselves,” Anderson said slowly. “They could feed themselves or starve.”
    Ogelby came to their defense. “But they will be feeding themselves. They have a thousand people out there building extra farms, all volunteers.”
    “It won’t work,” O’Hara said. “I’ve seen the projections. You know how long it takes to make soil from scratch. More time than it takes to make babies.”
    “I thought they were mining Devon’s World.”
    “What’s left of it. We’ll be lucky if they reclaim ten percent of the topsoil, and that’s been sitting exposed to space for two years. Sterilized and desiccated. We have to supply water, worms, microorganisms.”
    “And nitrogen,” Anderson cut in, “and carbon—that’s it, ultimately. The same old story.” It was a problem as old as the Worlds themselves. Metals they had in plenty, and oxygen, from the lunar surface and the interior of New New, which was a hollowed-out mountain of steel. But you can’t grow food without carbon, nitrogen, and water, and although every molecule of these precious substanceswas meticulously recycled, no such process is perfect. Because of inevitable steady losses, closed-cycle agriculture can’t even sustain a stable population, let alone a growing one. Before the war there had been active commerce between the Earth and the Worlds, Earth trading hydrogen (which the Worlds burned to make water), carbon, and nitrogen for energy and exotic manufacturing materials and pharmaceuticals that could only be produced in zero gravity. So the Worlds’ population could steadily grow.
    “No more,” Ogelby said to the duck, who was pacing nervously in front of him. “I guess we lose perspective in the lab. As if Deucalion were coming in tomorrow.” Deucalion was the name of a CC (“carbonaceous chondritic”) asteroid that was being slowly moved toward New New. They would be able to mine it for nitrogen, carbon, hydrogen, and other useful things, but it was still five years away. Ogelby was involved in designing and setting up the factories that would eventually take the asteroid apart. Right now, though, they just had a pilot plant, working on small amounts of CC material sent up from the Moon. It didn’t manufacture enough to offset any population growth.
    “If they could only wait a few years,” Anderson said. “We’ll be rebuilding Devon’s World. Right now Deucalion has to take precedence.” Originally, the towing job had been a very long-term project, twenty-eight years from Deucalion’s original orbit to New New. After the war they knew they had to speed it up. This was why so much amateur talent had been pressed into repairing the farms: most of the regular construction crews were frantically building mass-driver engines and solar-powered tugs to