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TheSixthJarWhat he had expected to
see when he went intocislunar space to visit theHong of Koan‐tu: gleamingprecision‐machined objects,strange chambered habitatsrolling in darkness, computerization glossing like an oil slick over every object and surface,swarmsofnanoflies riling theair, thevisible,breathablemanifestationofaweirdnewcloudconsciousness.WhatKanoKoheiactuallysawfiveminutesafterenteringthemainhabitatringoftheHong
ofKoan‐tu:thesteamykitchenofaChineserestaurant,itssteeltablesladenwithfoodinmanystagesofpreparation,blackenedwoksbubblingwithoilandbroth,andoneyoungNipponeseman,cladinashabbyblacktunic,holdingabroad‐bladedknifeinonehand,theotherrestinguponapalegreencabbage.ThecooklookedupatKanoandsaid,“Youareintherightplace.Heishere.”KobayKidoconsideredwhatwasabouttounfold.Kanohadarrived,henowknew,andwas
beingescortedtohim,viathelongbackway,throughthekitchen.Alittleshowofintimidation:washehonoringhisguestorinsultinghimbysendinghimthroughthatway?KobayknewthatKanowouldwonderthesamething.Neithermanwouldbroachthetopic,butbetweenthemitwouldlinger.Kobayconsideredthejaranditsstylizedimagesoffruitwroughtintransparentglass.Itsat
inthecenterofthetablebetweenhimandtheseatthatKanowouldsoonoccupy,asifholdinggreatportentunderitsmetallid.What itreallyheldwas, legendarily, thesinequanonofhotsauces:producedinabatchof
only twodozenpint jars in themiddleof the twenty‐firstcentury, itwas thecondimentwithwhichJadenShonen‐JandooncesmotheredsomegrilledhalibutandthenservedittoBenjaminIngrahamatastatedinnerintheoldAmericanWhiteHouse.Whileeveryoneelseenjoyedtheirfish—dousedinabrilliantredbutmildromesco—Ingrahamhadstruggledtoretaincomposure,
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tearsandsnotrunningdown,alongandfromhisnose,asthesaucescorchedhispalate. It was perhaps the incident that triggered the feud that eventually toppled the
IngrahamsandusheredintheJandoImperium.Thatredliquidfirewasperhapsthehotsauceuponwhichanempirewasbuilt.Orsoculinaryhistorianslovedtobelieve. IntheHongofKoan‐tu,today,onasimplewoodentable,satthelastknownexistingjar
ofit. It’s flamboyant red‐orange colorwas the legacyof its origins:made fromabout equal
portions of habaneros and the famous “St. Louis reds,” a mutant strain now thought to beextinct, itwas believed to also contain the slightest infusion of annatto seed, just enough toboostandpreservethechilepeppercolor.Thespecificrecipewasunknownandwascertainlynever recorded. Jaden just cooked and never wrote anything down. It was said that hisreticencetobemoreorderlyandscientificinhisrecipedevelopmentledtoaloudanddrunkenargumentwithhiscousin,thefirstJandoimperator,attheruler’sinauguralballwhenthenewmonarchdemandedtherecipeforthisverysauce. All of the jars had not been accounted for, but it was known that six of them had
eventually madetheir way to Mars.Those six jars spentthe decades ofMartian wars andrevolution in a null‐entropy bin in thehomeofthejeddakofElysium. When thathouse became thehome‐of‐state of thePresidents of theCoreKasei,thejarsofsauce becameproperty of the newMartiangovernment. One was used
for a state dinner,when the firstKaseian presidententertained the
defeatedjeddaks. AnotherwassentbacktoEarthasagifttothelastJandoimperator. AthirdjarwaspresentedtoaHighTayhollaoftheHongHaidoplaxuponheraccession
to power in a sincere but ultimately pointless attempt at a cultural exchange between theMartiansandsomeofEarth’scislunarcolonies. ThefourthwasplacedinanationalmuseuminKaseiVallis,restingevennowinaglass‐
frontednull‐entropycase. Thefateofthefifthjarwasunknown. ThesixthonesatnowinfrontofKobayKido. “So,thisisit,”saidKanoflatly,gazingatthejar,glancingatKobay.Kano’stoneofvoice
wassomuchapartofwhatKobayhadalwayshatedabouthisrivalandnemesisthatitssoundhadbecomeatiresomesoundtracktoallhismemoriesoftheiroften‐crossedpastpaths. Whatwasheexpecting?Kobaywondered.Thejarhasspentmostofitsexistenceinanull
entropybin.Didheimaginethatitwouldberimedwithmoldlikethecorkofatwocenturyoldbottle of vin dolce?Perhaps he thought itwould fill some kind of grander container than anancientBalljar. “Thisisit,”Kobayreplied,sittingbackinhischairabit.Ayoungbusboyquietlysetout
foodon their table, surrounding the sixth jar, itemswithwhich to taste the sauce: tempura‐friedvegetables,lacedindelicatebatter;stripsofcrispycorntortilla;colorfulknobsoffruitandthegreenleavesofherbs;eggsushiandreddish‐brownblobsoffermentedtofu;stripsoffishandmollusks,bothrawandcooked;thebraisedwingsoftinychickensinaconicalheap.TheboysetdownlittlecarafesofsakeandgreenbottlesofChinesebeeramidstitall. Letmetellyouhowmuch
I have come to hate you since Ibegan to live…Kobay thought,recallingsomethinghehadonceread, serving food onto Kano’splate with a tense smile. Kanohad blighted Kobay’s career. Itwas not enough for Kano toalways be the morecommercially successful of thetwochefs,withmoresuccessfulrestaurants, better‐sellingcookbooks, more publicityappearances on the net. No,that would have been asufficient career, in Kobay’sestimation,foramanwithmoremoneythantalent,butKanohadto take it further.Hehad foundit necessary, at every step, togive bad reviews to Kobay’sfood, to pan his cookbook, tostranglehisnet‐showinitscradle. KanowatchedKobayslowlyturnthejar’sbandandremoveit.Withtheendofasmall
knife,hepriedtheliditselffreeofthejar’smouth.Itmadeaslightpoppingsound.“Youhadnotyetopenedit,”Kanosaid,wide‐eyed. “Thisisthefirsttime.”Kobaydippedintothejarwithasmall,roundspoon,stirringthe
ancientsauce.Itsaromahungoverthetable,abrightandfruitynoteswirlingtogetherwiththevarious aromas of the food. With the spoon, Kobay filled two tiny condiment bowls withportionsofthesauce.“Now,shallwetasteit?” Kanogazedinwondermentathisportionofthesauceandthenseemedtospendsome
time trying todecidewhichbiteof food it shouldbematchedwith first.Finally,bothheandKobaysettleduponhavingtheirfirsttastewithoutfood,straightfromspoons. Magnificent,Kobay thought, savoring the tang, feeling theheatslowly travelandbuild
acrosshistongue.Itwastrulyhot!Moresothanhehadexpected,butalsointenselybrightand
evenslightlysweet.Kanosaidnothing,buttheexpressionsthatplayedacrosshisfacesaidthathewashavingasimilarreaction. They each selected a bit of food—Kano a sliver of octopus, Kobay a crisp‐fried green
bean—andtastedthesauceagain. “It’s amazing,” Kano said softly, chewing his food. Kobay watched the other man
continue like this, eatingmore tiny bites, paintedwith the slightest bit of Jaden’s legendarysauce. Then, after a few moments, he noticed something: tears were running from Kano’sreddenedeyes.Kanomoppedhisnosewithasleeveofhisgreyshirt,andbowedhishead. A great victory! Kobay thought. It is too hot for him. It makes him cry! The sauce
certainlywas hot, but for someone likeKano to show this sort ofweakness in publicwouldproveagreathumiliationwhenKobayletmutualacquaintancesknowofit. “Thankyou,”Kanowhispered,headstillbowed.Andhegaspedandsobbed,shoulders
shaking. No…Kobaythought.Thisisn’twhatIthought.Itwasnotthestingofthesaucethathad
broughtKanototears. KanoraisedhisheadandgazedacrossthetableatKobay. Hesaid,eyesstillweeping,
“AfterhowrudeIhavebeentoyouovertheyears,Icannotbelievethatyouwouldchoosemetoshare this great thing with you.”He bowed his head again. “I amunworthytoevensit in thesameroomwithyou,KobayKido.” Stunned, Kobay stared at
Kano for a long, long moment,unsurewhat to do. This was thelast outcome he could haveexpected, and he had made noplan for such a thing. Finally,needing something to say, andneeding a resolution to thisconundrum, Kobay said the onlything that he could think of, theonlythingthathefeltwashonestandright: “Whenweare finishedwithdinner,KanoKohei,youwilltaketherestofthejarwithyou.” Kobay sipped sake and
Kanostaredathimunbelievingly.“My gift to you, Kano,” he said.“And then we will have a freshstartbetweenus.” Kobay smiled and Kano
resumedhisweeping.ForKobay,whohad longdreamedofembarrassingor tauntinghisoldfoe,thiswasnotwhathehadwanted…yettobecharitabletoanenemyfeltbetterthanhecouldhaveimagined.Itwasbrilliantlikethesauce’sfruitiestnotes,cleanandshinyliketheglassofthesixthjar.END
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