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An independent Mars but not a peaceful one, Blue Mars, blue skies, a great stormy, huge Martian North Sea of the same color turning salty, fish swimming below, birds flying above animals roaming around the land, majestic trees growing on beautiful lush hills, sparkling rivers gently flowing by, magnificent green vegetation everywhere on shore, dark clouds that cause showers to pour down, howling winds over 150 miles a hour, making powerful waves crash on pretty little fishing villages and resorts, gorgeous beaches full of Martians playing, boats tossed high in the breathable air, dazzling islands in the Sun the mythical great canal built here, towering mountains twice the size of Everest, though a large luminous moon is missed , curious tourists from distant Earth arrive yes a paradise if no people lived on the 4th planet. The struggle always continues between crippled, crowded, desperate, over populated Earth and an almost empty Mars. Terra needs to send millions or billions to the former red planet. Nevertheless the Martian government resists this treaty or no treaty in the 23rd century, pressure from their population both native and immigrant, who believe that already enough millions are there, and the fanatical Reds still actively blowing up things they feel are hurting their world, but you can not return to the pristine deserts, with a toxic thin atmosphere, blinding, choking, dust storms that last years, and circled the globe, brutal bone-chilling sub zero temperatures of past days, ( no more pink skies) only read or see ancient pictures about them. After the second revolution succeeded, the reds tried to destroy the invaluable, ingenious space elevator controlled by Earth still a threat but the green government stopped it in a brief civil war, yet very destructive one ... The first hundred ( 101, in fact, there was a stowaway, Coyote) are fewer, even with the Treatment less than twenty now, living to a ridicules age over 220, some older but their minds are going, a new drug is needed or Sax, Maya, Ann, Michel , Coyote, etc., will be no more as sudden deaths wipe them out . Nevertheless how can you relate to natives that are seven feet tall, and think you are a museum piece from a history book (they still exist ) ? And what about Hiroko . Is the great, enigmatic biologist who could grow anything on the formerly desolate surface here, alive ? Sightings from Earth to every part of Blue Mars are constantly reported, she has vanished either killed in the rebellion against the UN or hiding with her followers, the mystery has become a sort of joke...The Solar System is being inhabited everywhere from steamy Mercury, cloudy Venus (in the future) to deep inside small asteroids weirdly shaped, to the frigid moons of Uranus ... Neptune and Pluto are next and they will not stop there, crossing to the nearest stars with Goldilocks planets (not too hot, not too cold, just right), new technology is opening up the heavens, limits are falling the human race feels that they can do anything and solve every problem, overcome all Manifest Destiny in Outer Space. The Universe will be conquered humanity needs elbow room ...The last of this great but flawed series, maybe a little too optimistic in its forecasts in building a new Earth away from all the old troubles on our present planet, the hates will never stop as humans carry them inside their hearts and minds , still we can yearn for a better society...or not even try which will doom us.