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The
Tropics
had
the
newest
capital
city
on
Earth
,
and
it
was
called
simply
that
:
"
Capital
City
,
"
in
the
sublime
confidence
of
youth
.
It
spread
brightly
over
the
fertile
uplands
of
Nigeria
and
outside
Ngoma
's
windows
,
far
below
,
was
life
and
color
;
the
bright
,
bright
sun
and
the
quick
,
drenching
showers
.
Even
the
squawking
of
the
rainbowed
birds
was
brisk
and
the
stars
were
hard
pinpoints
in
the
sharp
night
.
Ngoma
laughed
.
He
was
a
big
,
dark
man
,
strong
faced
and
handsome
.
"
Sure
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
English
was
colloquial
and
mouthfilling
,
"
the
Mexican
Canal
is
overdue
.
What
the
hell
?
It
will
get
finished
just
the
same
,
old
boy
.
"
"
It
was
doing
well
up
to
the
last
half
year
.
"
Ngoma
looked
at
Byerley
and
slowly
crunched
his
teeth
over
the
end
of
a
big
cigar
,
spitting
out
one
end
and
lighting
the
other
,
"
Is
this
an
official
investigation
,
Byerley
?
What
's
going
on
?
"
"
Nothing
.
Nothing
at
all
.
It
's
just
my
function
as
Coordinator
to
be
curious
.
"
"
Well
,
if
it
's
just
that
you
are
filling
in
a
dull
moment
,
the
truth
is
that
we
're
always
short
on
labor
.
There
's
lots
going
on
in
the
Tropics
.
The
Canal
is
only
one
of
them
-
"
"
But
does
n't
your
Machine
predict
the
amount
of
labor
available
for
the
Canal
,
-
allowing
for
all
the
competing
projects
?
"
Ngoma
placed
one
hand
behind
his
neck
and
blew
smoke
rings
at
the
ceiling
,
"
It
was
a
little
off
.
"
