This is my first visit to Biosphere 2—my first time heading this far north on Oracle, my first time passing Saddlebrooke Resort Active Adult Community. Ecologist Mitchell Pavao-Zuckerman, who is driving, nods at the Saddlebrooke entrance gate as we pass and asks, “What do you notice about the saguaros here?” I am spending the day with scientists and don’t want to fail this first test in observation. I stare at the small stand of saguaros, but I can’t discern anything special about them other than that they appear somewhat scraggly and kind of small (as saguaros go). I tell Mitch I give up, and he explains: they are the only saguaro here. They aren’t prone to survival at this altitude (about 3,500 feet), and so he’s heard that the Saddlebrooke saguaro are replaced when their flesh freezes during especially cool winters.
This seems an appropriate introduction to my first visit to the largest closed ecological system on our planet. In minutes I will walk into a very large building and see Caribbean ocean water, tropical rainforest plants, and grasses native to Asia and Africa, all housed in an Arizona desert under glass. I am struck by the things we do, we humans. We are capable of great feats, and sometimes the things we do are very strange.
Biosphere 2 is a model of the first biosphere—Earth—and was built with several purposes in mind. First, scientists wanted a laboratory in which to achieve better understanding of the regularities and laws that control life within and between ecosystems. The idea is that by recreating five ecosystems (ocean with coral reef; mangrove wetland; fog desert; tropical rainforest; and savannah grassland) and bringing them into proximity, scientists can better see how ecosystems interact, and learn how each biome contributes to the interactions that drive natural adaptation to change. When the climate of a planet—in this case, our planet—changes, how does this environmental shift affect each different ecosystem, and how does what happens with the mangroves affect what happens in the desert, and so on? All life on our planet is interdependent and connected, and Biosphere 2 is the most advanced lab setting in which to study these relationships.
Another reason Biosphere 2 was built was to study the design and creation of human life support systems that could help humans survive on our own turf, or on distant planets. The first and second Biosphere missions, in the early 1990s, tested the survivability of human populations living under glass. The agricultural crops and flora growing within the Biosphere had to provide the residents with all the food and oxygen they needed for survival. The problematic gas dynamics of a closed system had to be resolved so that the glass wouldn’t explode when the temperature increased each day and the gases inside the biosphere expanded. In addition, systems for recycling waste and water had to be developed. The goal was to create a self-regulating and life-sustaining system.
A third reason for the creation of Biosphere 2 was to develop technologies to reduce pollution and produce higher-yielding, sustainable agricultural crops. This goal is still manifest in the colorful water- and energy-sustainable casitas of the B2 Institute where scientists are working on ways to green up urban living, and in the demonstration solar panels clustered on the ground outside the Biosphere. Upon arrival at Biosphere 2, it is clear to me that, just as the motto states, this is a place Where Science Lives. While humans no longer live here under the glass, human questions about climate change, human concerns about water and energy sustainability, and human experiments to study the strength and fragility of our planet, do. I am about to step inside.
I thought it would be like walking into a really big greenhouse. I figured there would be a lot of impressive plants, and plenty of sunlight, and the close touch of humid air. I thought it might smell a little bit like mulch. And I figured that even though the plants would be real, I would sense the synthetic premise of the place—the fact that it is human-made. What I didn’t know is that I would be moved.
In large part I am moved by smell. I am transported. There is unspeakable olfactory intensity at the intersection of so many different kinds of life. I smell jungle. I smell sand. I smell dirt and dense green. I smell heat. I smell sticky sea air. The smells are so big and overwhelming that I feel like the air is inhaling me, instead of the other way around. The changes in smell as we move through the Biosphere are swift and extreme. When we cross over the seams between biomes there is a sudden shift in sensory experience that makes me pulse from one set of memories or associations to another. All the plants I see—the Asian and African grasses, the mangroves, the ocotillo, the ginger, the coffee, the piñon—were collected here for a purpose. Like the scraggly saguaro at the entrance gate of Saddlebrooke, they were brought. And yet, my earlier fixation on the division between synthetic and natural occurrence seems less important. I grab the rope railing to ascend the slippery fake rocks in the rainforest; I climb the hot metal ladder to the fake mountaintop; I grin and grin. I am enthralled.
Walking the boardwalk between biomes, mind and body buzzing and cycling through sensory input, I also feel something I struggle to name. I think I’ll call it love. Love for human endeavor. Love for the mysteries we probe. Love for how things work. Love for the things we do and don’t and might come to know.
I haven’t even told you yet about the giant lung.
Before we leave for the day, Mitch invites me to join in on an experiment he has just begun in the desert biome (which is a few degrees warmer than the actual desert outside). Working with us is Emily, a high school researcher whose science fair project, a comparison of urban and rural soil response to metal contaminants, placed first at regional and state fairs, and then won third place at the International Science Fair in Reno. (Throughout the day I have had to ask for a translation of every science-y acronym, but Emily is in the know!) We will be pulsing soil microcosms with a water treatment to simulate a rain event. In other words, we will put droppers full of water into plastic bottles filled with dirt.
The experiment doesn’t look like much. But it asks big questions. For example: What if evolution didn’t occur for individuals, but for communities? The idea of “group selection” has been greeted far from warmly by many scientists. In fact, even to consider the possibility that traits could be hereditable by groups rather than by individuals has been called heresy in some science communities. People say that discussion of group selection extends a mechanism beyond what science can demonstrate. Mitch plans to use science to demonstrate it. He doesn’t seem daunted.
He explains that he and his collaborating researcher will use 240 soil microcosms (the plastic bottles filled with dirt) and expose them to stress treatments, including drought and heavy rain events. They will observe how the soil microbes respond to stresses in the environment. Because microbes have a short span between generations, because many kinds of microbes coexist in the same patch of dirt, and because the dirt communities are clearly defined and segregated, it will be possible to see and measure group adaptations in response to changes in the environment. If it is discovered, for example, that a certain response to rain events is hereditable, and if it is discovered that the trait is hereditable on a group as opposed to individual level, Mitch and his colleague could show that preservation of systems is as important as preservation of species. (Plus, he could say, “Ha, ha,” to the people shouting heresy.)
The experiment hasn’t been running long, and the goal is to keep it going for about nine months. Already, there has been a glitch. The soil microcosms were supposed to be on a drought cycle, but someone in the control room sent a rainstorm through the desert. To fix the problem, a technician cranked the temperature in the desert to dry out the dirt samples. Mitch doesn’t think it will be a problem in the long-run, but he does eye the dirt splatters inside the bottles with a degree of concern. He shows me how to use the syringe, filling it to a little over 4 ml with “de-i” (de-iodized) water, and flicking it to get rid of air bubbles before slowly saturating the dirt. Emily and Mitch each finish treating two trays before I have finished one. Mitch looks at how little ground 4 ml of water covers, and decides to add one more ml to each sample. Then it is time to go. On the drive back to Tucson my head is full and I am very tired.