“Another thousand kilometers, Lord. The continent narrows to the east, so the square kilometers is less than those two measurements multiplied. There are about twenty-five hundred thousand square kilometers of moss available for harvest.”
“What's your estimate of how long that will last, given our current rate of harvest?” I asked.
Doctor Ely didn't hesitate. “Seventy-five years.”
I frowned and looked at Jason. “And clone production will only increase. Doctor Ely, your estimate is far lower than estimates I've heard elsewhere. If we don't stop the loss of habitat in twenty years, it may never recover. We've dismembered the moss to such an extent that it may already be too late.”
Doctor Ely leaned back to look up at the towering blue wall beside us. “You're going to have a difficult tim
