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Ark Two

        whose own ideas are far from immune to dismantling by the sort of
        logic you champion. And I am with you one hundred percent on that.
        I  also  think  your  next  suggestion,  a  fleet  of  massive  airships  to
        preserve terrestrial flora and fauna in the increasingly likely event of
        an ecological disaster—Atropos again—shows an imaginative leap, a
        bold vision of what is possible in the face of that catastrophe. That is
        what I am here to discuss with you, Kile: action. The clock is ticking
        on  the  time  remaining  to  act  decisively  ahead  of  profound  and
        irreversible breakdown.”
          Vosky  smiled  wanly.  He  knew  an  aficionado  when  he  saw  one,
        and had probably heard comparable professions of absolute devotion
        and commitment. Of course, I was both more and less than that; but
        without acting credibly as a true believer I could not move on to the
        next phase.
          “Yes, certainly, Robin. I can take your name and address and let
        you know if I make any further breakthroughs in this area. It certainly
        is gratifying to me that others share my views. Now, do you have any
        specific questions about Ark Two I can answer?”
          He looked at his watch, rather a simple model for an astronomer,
        I  noted.  The  higher-status  soup-to-nuts  wrist-astrolabe  was  a  big-
        ticket item, beyond his means. We had arrived at the moment when I
        needed to be sold on his product before I could sell him mine.
          “I  do  have  one,  but  it  isn’t  very  specific:  how  practical  is  your
        proposal? Pardon my asking; I’m a guy who believes the devil is in
        the details. I’m not trying to be funny when I wonder if your design
        would get off the ground.”
          Vosky frowned, but only for a moment. I continued to broadcast
        good  feelings  at  him.  I  hoped  Jupiter  was  taking  its  sweet  time
        hoisting  its  massive  self  over  the  horizon  and  mooning  this
        earthbound voyeur.
          “Okay, Robin.” He went over to a nearby desk and brought back a
        large  mailing  tube  that  had  been  leaning  against  it.  “Here  are  the
        specs.  They  are  not  based  on  any  hoped-for  technologies  or
        vaporware. Ark Two can be built today.”
          He opened the tube and took out a sheaf of scaled schematics and
        crudely-shaded    three-dimensional   pencil   renderings.   “Our
        assumption,”  he  began  professorially  with  royalty’s  possessive
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