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Book Two: Muad‘dib
“Wemustusemanasaconstructiveecologicalforce—insertingadaptedterraformlife:aplanthere,ananimalthere,amaninthatplace—totransformthewatercycle,tobuildanewkindoflandscape.”
“Shutup!”Kynescroaked.
“Itwaslinesofmovementthatgaveusthefirstcluetotherelationshipbetweenwormsandspice,”hisfathersaid.
Aworm,Kynesthoughtwithasurgeofhope.Amaker’ssuretocomewhenthisbubblebursts.ButIhavenohooks.HowcanImountabigmakerwithouthooks?
Hecouldfeelfrustrationsappingwhatlittlestrengthremainedtohim.Watersonear—onlyahundredmetersorsobeneathhim;awormsuretocome,butnowaytotrapitonthesurfaceanduseit.
Kynespitchedforwardontothesand,returningtotheshallowdepressionhismovementshaddefined.Hefeltsandhotagainsthisleftcheek,butthesensationwasremote.
“TheArrakeenenvironmentbuiltitselfintotheevolutionarypatternofnativelifeforms,”hisfathersaid.“Howstrangethatsofewpeopleeverlookedupfromthespicelongenoughtowonderatthenear-idealnitrogen-oxygen-CO2balancebeingmaintainedhereintheabsenceoflargeareasofplantcover.Theenergysphereoftheplanetistheretoseeandunderstand—arelentlessprocess,butaprocessnonetheless.Thereisagapinit?Thensomethingoccupiesthatgap.
Scienceismadeupofsomanythingsthatappearobviousaftertheyareexplained.Iknewthelittlemakerwasthere,deepinthesand,longbeforeIeversawit.”
“Pleasestoplecturingme,Father,”Kyneswhispered.
