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Popal now, describing how they met more than twenty years ago when both of them were members of the radical revolutionary council in California that became known as the Berkeley Eight. They were the ones who first conceptualized the Army of the Environment, with its expressed goal of throwing out the greedy Corporates and their puppet United States government, and replacing them with a new and altruistic form of green governance. In one celebrated brainstorming session, where the participants consumed heroin-laced marijuana, LSD, and other powerful hallucinogens, Kupi had helped come up with the words of the GSA Loyalty Oath, in which citizens pledged fidelity to “one nation under green, and the greenocracy on which it was founded.”
    â€œRahma swept me out of my sandals,” Kupi said to her tablemate now. Then, with a girlish giggle, she added, “And out of the rest of my clothing!”
    Having heard her say this before, Joss exchanged smiles with her across the aisle. Though she and Joss were lovers these days, she’d been quite open with him about her sensational past. The tall, willowy woman had been the Chairman’s number one girlfriend for more than two years. She’d also been a key strategic adviser in the fledgling army that ultimately overthrew the entrenched power brokers and their cronies.
    That was heady stuff. Really heady stuff.
    â€œOf course, I wasn’t Rahma’s only girlfriend,” Kupi said, looking back at her fellow anarchist as she sipped a cup of tea thoughtfully. “He had many, and I never questioned him for his sexual proclivities.” She laughed. “At least he wasn’t interested in little boys.”
    Joss gazed outside again, remembered how he and Kupi had met almost five years ago at a ceremony where he’d received a national award for his achievements as an eco-cop, after busting a ring of notorious environmental criminals and killing three of them in a shoot-out, a group that was secretly cutting old-growth trees in wilderness areas and shipping wood products overseas. He’d found the older woman attractive and seductively mysterious, with her enigmatic personality, black clothing, and exotic beauty, and they’d hit it off immediately. Later that evening there had been an explosion of sex between them, and in the ensuing days it had not abated.
    During one intimate moment with her, he’d expressed his desire to retire from Greenpol, admitting that killing eco-criminals—as necessary as that had been at the time—had not been something he could stomach again. It was not something he’d wanted to reveal to his supervisors on the force, because of the harm it could do to any career he chose, since “good citizens” should be happy to kill as many eco-criminals as they could. In fact, according to The Little Green Book , “Murder in defense of the planet is not murder,” and Joss believed that wholeheartedly, but he’d exterminated more than his share of bad guys—nineteen in his career—and he could bear no more.
    At his request, Kupi had kept his feelings secret, and in a matter of weeks she’d used her influence to get him transferred to the Greenforming Division of the government and a position on her Janus Machine crew, where he learned how to operate and maintain the equipment. He’d shown almost immediate skill as a greenformer, and in three years he was promoted to command the small crew, with the suggestion from his Berkeley managers that he could eventually rise much higher.
    His sudden status above Kupi had not been a problem at all; she had encouraged his promotion and had not wanted to run the crew anyway. “I don’t ever want to be the boss,” she’d quipped. “I just want to complain about them.”
    Joss felt a slight jolt as the train switched from one electromagnetic track to another, and then accelerated. Off in the distance, beyond a cleared