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Zaratan or Gaia?

          “But the ground isn’t solid! Nor am I certain I’d call it ground.”
        Milgrist  blinked,  groping  for  words.  “Look  at  the  land  around  the
        ship.”  He  reached  past  Yabbowitz  and  adjusted  the  image.  “What
        happened within hours after we landed?”
          “As I recall, it rained pretty heavily overnight.”
          “Right, even though we picked a place to set down where it had
        been  perfectly  clear  for  days,  and  no  weather  front  was  within  a
        thousand kilometers. I went out into the meadow the next day and
        the foliage we had incinerated was already recovering. Now it is taller
        and  thicker  than  shrubbery  of  the  same  species  farther  away.  And
        more flame-resistant.”  The scientist, eyes bugging, jabbed a finger at
        the screen. “See that?”
          “Oh, yeah, a lot of the crew noticed it. Didn’t you say yourself that
        plant life often comes back stronger after a fire?”
          Milgrist winced.
          “Yes,  but  that  was  based  on  the  way  our  former  home  planet
        behaved.  In  fact,  the  new  growth  threatened  to  block  our  vents
        within forty-eight hours. This anomaly put me on guard, less likely to
        produce another glib explanation. As I now see it, that was the first
        response to our presence.”
          “Eh?  Response? Are you blaming us for a freak storm and a lot of
        weeds? And trying to convince me that they are related?”
          “Yes.” Milgrist was firm. “Each morning since then we’ve had a
        detail  out  there  trimming  the  stuff.  It  is  now  acting  more  like  a
        creeping vine than the same plants ten yards away. I compared their
        genetic  structure. They  are not the  same. I therefore  discarded the
        possibility  that  they  were  opportunistically  seeking  heat  or  some
        chemical  by-product  of  the  ship.  No,  the  vegetation  is  getting
        tougher and more robust daily, and each time I analyze it the germ
        plasm has shifted. It’s as if in a crisis Darwinian selection could be
        overridden  by  Lamarckian  acquired  characteristics.  But  I  was  not
        ready  to  accept  the  implications  of  that  conclusion.  Not  until  the
        second response.”
          “Now  what  are  you  talking  about?  Don’t  get  technical  on  me,
        Doctor.”
          “I’m  referring  to  the  widening  circle  of  devastation  around  the
        Sohar we have drawn by chopping down flora and killing fauna for
        dissection  in  my  laboratory.  As  soon  as  this  sampling  of  the  biota

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