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Sunscreen

        that area, effectively the size of a planetary shade, increases toward
        the sun in that cone. Thus, going out a safe distance from the earth
        to set that up would require considerably more coverage: I calculate
        needing 500 million units, each about one square kilometer. They
        would each be hexagonal solar shades, laid out almost seamlessly to
        form  the  surface  of  a  spherical  cap  large  enough  to  cast  a
        temperature-lowering  energy  reduction  of  the  radiation  reaching
        Earth. Each unit would be powered by its own solar panel, and be
        able to fold or tilt parts of their shades to regulate what they block.
        They  would  operate  like  a  fleet  of  a  stationary  fleet  of  drones,
        opening and closing louvers to control their shading. The software
        exists to make this an almost self-regulating entity relying on simple
        commands from a terrestrial station.  They would be built on and
        launched  from  robotic  orbiting  platforms:  500,000  launches  of
        reusable rockets, each carrying a thousand units. Each of those half-
        billion  units  would  have  a  propulsion  system  capable  of
        maneuvering it into its unique position in the grid and, ultimately,
        send it along with the others into the sun for destruction once the
        need is gone. The location of this screen would be Lagrange point
        2, enabling the structure to maintain an orbit directly in an ecliptic
        path. All nations would benefit; all nations would have to bear the
        cost.”
          “There it is: a complicated solution for an otherwise refractory
        problem. Strong medicine. Gigantic project. But, as I said, not very
        far  advanced  from  existing  capabilities.  Now,  as  a  story,  all  this
        technical stuff would be revealed in the course of some dramatic
        narrative,  perhaps  with  heroes  and  villains,  sabotage  and  intrigue,
        last-minute  seat-of-the-pants  low-tech  fixes  to  prevent  disaster.
        What might I do with this?  I know it  resembles  other hardware-
        driven tales—but the number of plots is finite, that’s a given.”
          Leith Mauker shook his head.
          “First you have to answer some technical questions: L2 is not a
        stable orbit. Would you have your cybernetics orchestrate making
        small adjustments to keep half a billion closely-aligned and fragile
        satellites moving in lockstep, as it were, to stay focused and prevent
        their umbra from slipping?”

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