21

The sun rose at six twenty-eight, so said the exoself. Chase had been awake for an hour. He crawled from the bed and opened the door to make sure the hall light had come on as usual. It had. A few people in bathrobes carried towels and toothbrushes toward the bathrooms. Chase made eye contact with the new guy, Kirel, who nodded his head as a silent greeting. Chase returned the gesture and closed the door.

It seemed no one else knew the lights had gone off. Of course, a teenage girl couldn’t be trusted not to tell. She’d enjoyed some chocolate and then the power went out. And, by the way, Chase broke the lock on the supply closet and then handed her a laserlight, which she wasn’t allowed to have without permission.

No, she wouldn’t snitch. Would she?

How many kids were in this place? He’d better find Erin, retrieve the light, swear her to silence, and fix that broken lock.

“I can’t fix the lock. I’ll just have to explain the whole mess to Amos.”

But he had to do something else first. He pulled on his pants, tucked in the wrinkled shirt he’d slept in, and opened the door. He met Kirel in the hall.

“Heard the power went out last night,” the man said.

Chase let his head fall forward and sighed. “Let me guess, a girl named Erin told you.”

“No. One of the twins. But he probably heard it from the girl who was eating chocolate in your room.”

Chase shook his head and laughed. “I guess I’d better go talk to the boss.”

Kirel shrugged.

Chase started for Amos’s quarters. Then he peered down the hall leading to Mel’s room. He had to talk to her.

But they’d both be eating breakfast—it started ten minutes ago. He headed for the dining hall.

Whispers rose as he entered the room. He smiled. “You know I can hear you.”

Amos rose from the table, his stoic expression unbroken. “You want to explain how you managed to knock out our power and then turn it back on? And why you broke a lock? And how you picked one kid out of many to gift with a chocolate bar?”

Chase shifted his eyes from one long table to the next. No Mel.

“Well, the power…I was…” He found his mother and sat beside her. “I’m sorry about the lock. I needed a couple of laserlights. It was an emergency. As for the chocolate, I was just trying to be nice. The girl was hungry. I’m sorry. I didn’t have enough for everybody.”

His mom patted him on the back.

Windsong spoke from the far end of the table. “Look, I’m sure this was all about getting me to my plane.” She leaned toward Chase. “Am I right?”

“Yeah. Everything but the chocolate. That just sort of worked its way into the evening.”

“Well, I do have enough for everybody. Assuming no one has searched through every crate on my plane. If it’s still there, I’ll make sure you get it.” She glanced around the room. “It’ll be my thanks for helping me.”

Several young people, and a few not so young, let out a whoop. Chase got up from the table and headed for the door. Switchblade’s obnoxious presence was missing and Chase knew where to find him.

“Sit down and eat,” Amos demanded.

Chase slinked back to the table and dropped next to his mother. “Have you seen Mel this morning?”

“She may have had to wait in line for a shower. I’m sure she’ll be here soon.”

He grabbed a chunk of meat and stuffed it in his mouth. Then he gulped a cup of watered-down orange juice. “I’ve got to talk to her.” He joined Amos. Bending over, Chase said, “I will tell you all about the power outage. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Meet me in my room,” Amos said. The man didn’t look up, but ripped a piece of bread in half and dropped it onto his plate.

“Yes, sir.” Chase rose and headed for the dorms. He got to Mel’s room, found the door propped open, and knew what it meant. Leaning against the wall, he listened.

“He was always full of himself,” Mel said. “Do you think he’s capable of changing?

“He can’t help being who he is,” Switchblade said. “Only God can change him. But it’s no sure thing. Maybe it ain’t meant to be.”

Chase couldn’t stand there and listen to this. Not because it hurt him, which it did. But because it was private. He wouldn’t do that to Mel.

Amos wouldn’t be back to his room yet. Chase went to the command center and checked the systems to make sure there was nothing amiss after last night’s strange turn. He sat at a station and sparked the exoself to run through the orders for the drones. Everything seemed to be on schedule. No indication the Feds were on to him. He’d have to go over the plan with Windsong, and they both needed to get some extra sleep today.

“I can’t go. Not until I apologize to Melody.”

“Apologize for what?”

Chase turned around to find Amos.

“I said something stupid. I can come to your room now and take my reprimand.”

“Looks pretty quiet in here.” Amos pulled a chair to the station. “Did you break that lock with your bare hands?”

“Yeah. Sorry. Why do you need to lock up things anyway? Who don’t you trust?”

“It’s not a matter of trust. People take things and then forget to put them back. Locking the closet keeps things from accidentally disappearing.” Amos settled into his seat. “Never mind that. Start talking.”

Chase explained the reason for the temporary outage, and how he planned to get the drones off the runway and get the plane to land there. And how he needed to accompany Windsong to the plant.

“You’ll take Switch. I won’t have you hiking from here to the plant and back on your own.”

“Isn’t there someone else?”

“No one who can protect you like he can.”

Chase leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “I can protect myself.”

“You are not going up unless he goes too.”

“Fine. I’ll do it your way.” Chase leaned back in the chair. “Amos, there’s something else we need to talk about.”

“About Melody. Do you love her?”

Chase lifted his eyebrows. How juvenile. He didn’t blush, did he? “That’s not at all what I wanted to talk about.”

“What then?”

“The scientists put something in me. I wanted to have Mel and Molly with me when I told you about it, but we keep running into situations.”

“What did they put in you, son?”

“A Wilberton. Do you know what that means?”

Amos seemed to shrink into the chair. He closed his eyes. “You know I’m sick. Is that it?”

“And you already know.”

“I’ve known for a while. But it’s getting worse.”

“Is there not one single doctor down here? What do you do when someone gets sick?”

“We pray.”

“There’s a baby coming. What are you going to do about that?”

“It’s her fourth. She and her husband will manage. Unless the exoself knows something about childbirth.” Amos grinned.

“Guess she didn’t need a permit to produce four babies in the underground. Up top, nobody gets more than two anymore.” Chase shook his head. “As far as the fundamentals of childbirth, the exoself knows nothing about that. And I’m not getting a cyber-education on it.”

“What exactly is your ability? You can diagnose, but you can’t cure?”

“That’s about it. I could learn more about leukemia, but I don’t have access to treatment. It’s a worthless thing they put in me.”

“So that’s it—leukemia. My mother died from it.”

“I want to try to get you to a doctor. My connection to the underground tells me there’s one in Gagnon. It’s so close. We could get him here to help you, or take you there.”

“I know about the doctor. It’s not worth the risk. Besides, I don’t think seeing him will make any difference in the long run. Do you?”

What was he supposed to say? He put both hands on the man’s arm.

Amos let out a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re laying hands on me. Like Jesus sometimes did when he healed. Even in modern times, an elder or a pastor might practice the laying on of hands.”

“I don’t understand, which is no big surprise,” Chase said. “But maybe your resident pastors should try it.”

“Oh, son, I don’t know about that. Miracles in this day and age are rare. Unexpected. Belief for most of the people here means little more than escaping the evil forces taking over the world and then just trying to survive.”

Chase released his grasp. “The disease has progressed in the short time I’ve been here.”

“I must prepare someone to take over for me,” Amos said. “Tomorrow. Today we have too much to do.” He smiled. “Chase, I don’t understand why your knowledge of our belief is so limited. You have access to…everything. Don’t you?”

“You’ve been underground for a while. Up top, the authorities don’t allow too much in cyber-space about religion anymore. And they certainly didn’t allow it in my systems. What Mel snuck in was cryptic and only led to the revelation of computer code. Anything more than that would have been discovered by the programmers. She thinks she might be able to upload the Bible now that the exoself is independent of the WR. I told her not to bother. I don’t know what good it would be if I don’t understand it.” He crossed his arms. “My father…”

“What is it, Chase?”

“I had these dreams before I set out on my own. In one of them, my father—my dead father—told me the people in the underground would tell me what I needed to know. But so far—”

Switchblade barged in on the private moment and shouted, “We got trouble!”