HOW MANY ACTIVISTS WERE THERE? I searched the internet and my body went cold. Three women and two men had been arrested for attacks at the gardens where Dad was working. My father had placed himself in danger, but the danger had come from people, not from the disease.
I wanted to speak to him, see him on the screen and know that he was unhurt, that he was well. He hadn’t told us even a part of the peril he’d been in. I also wanted to talk to Mother, to share my worry. I paced the room knowing I couldn’t – what was the point of upsetting her when neither of us could do a thing to help?
I went back to the mini-comp to continue searching. I didn’t find out where the ship was supposed to have docked, and I didn’t like what I did find – rabid rantings about us, video footage of people spitting their hatred, great strings of discussions accusing us of deliberately setting out to sabotage the country that had taken us in. We had brought the bacteria, they said, and released it. They were convinced we had a cure but that we’d killed two of our own to make it look as if we hadn’t.
I couldn’t read any more.
That afternoon when I spoke again with my stratum they looked different, more alive. Their eyes shone, they held their backs straight, and their energy fizzed from the screen. Words spilled from Shallym.
‘Guess what, Juno! Jidda found out where the ship was going to dock!’ She plopped down on the sofa, wriggling into a too-small space between Yin and Jidda.
‘Where?’ I would not speak of what I had found. ‘Tell me!’
Jidda tried to look casual and failed. ‘I was lucky – just stumbled on it. They were heading for Dunedin, then because of the weather they changed to Auckland. Couldn’t find the reason they swapped again to Wellington, but that decision was leaked two days before we arrived.’
Leaked? What did that mean? Before I could ask, Marba said, ‘Somebody found out. Told the media. It was meant to be kept secret.’
I stared at them. ‘So it could be true? Somebody could have released the bacteria so that we’d get the blame.’ I glanced at Marba, but now wasn’t the time to ask him how he felt about such evil.
We pooled the rest of our findings, starting with the news broadcasts reporting Vima’s message: I am Vima, one of the five hundred citizens of Taris. We need your help and some of us want to live Outside.
Pel shook her head. ‘Hard to believe she sent that just seven months ago. It feels more like a lifetime.’
We watched experts speculating as to whether the message was a hoax. We saw the investigation that proved it was genuine. We sighed as we listened to question after question about why Taris no longer responded to messages.
‘Because Hilto smashed the communication equipment to extinction, you morons,’ Biddo muttered.
Some still believed that Hilto, Majool and Lenna were the only survivors on Taris and had died in some catastrophe, while others said it was plain the three so-called survivors had been lying, had hidden the truth about Taris from the world for their own ends. The world had a duty to rescue us, these people said.
‘Looks like we owe our lives to Willem,’ Fortun said.
Yes. The anger towards him I’d kept carefully burning in my heart died.
‘He’s got guts to keep hassling the government like that,’ Wenda said. ‘But why do you reckon he did?’
We considered the information we’d discovered about him. He was principal of a school in New Plymouth. He was asked time and again why he was so concerned about mounting an expedition to rescue a bunch of people who might not even exist. Every time his reply was the same: We sent them there, we have a duty to rescue them.
‘I wonder why he felt so strongly about rescuing us,’ Marba said. ‘Did anyone find out anything that might say why?’
‘All I could find,’ Biddo said, ‘was that people respect him because he fights for what he believes to be right. People come to him for help when they have problems with the government.’
Silvern frowned. ‘There’s got to be more of a reason than that.’
‘I think you’re right,’ Marba said. ‘Keep it in mind, everyone, but for now we concentrate on who didn’t want us here and why.’
Others had their own views on why we might be worth rescuing. Some said the world needed to know how we had managed to survive for so long cut off from the rest of civilisation. Others were interested in the psychology of people who had lived such confined lives.
‘You’d get on with that lot, Marba,’ I told him.
Still others wanted to know if we had suffered the same pandemics as those Outside had suffered.
‘Look at the timeline,’ Shallym said. ‘Willem got permission three months before they actually got to Taris. That would give the activists plenty of time to get organised.’
‘The really horrible stuff doesn’t start till after the ship has left to collect us,’ Silvern said. ‘It almost looks like somebody wanted us to come – wanted to have somebody to pin something on.’
Biddo said, ‘Look at this.’ He flicked up a map of the country on the television screen. ‘People were speaking openly against us from wherever there are red dots.’
‘You mean before we landed?’ Pel asked.
He nodded and we stared at the map. Dots pockmarked Auckland, Wellington and Invercargill.
‘But I don’t get why they tried to kill us the moment we stepped off the ship,’ Rynd said. ‘It doesn’t add up. If they wanted to blame us for the pandemic, why try to kill us before we could spread it?’
We thought about that, wrestling too with our part in causing the pandemic, just because somebody had seen how to use our arrival for their own ends.
‘That bomb probably wouldn’t have killed all of us,’ Brex said at last. ‘But it would have meant we wouldn’t be a strong group. Maybe somebody doesn’t want a strong group of people who … I dunno … might be different or something.’
Marba bounced. ‘That could be right. Now let’s think what sort of person would be frightened of a potentially powerful group coming into the country.’
Paz ignored him. ‘It’s kind of like chucking a stone into a pool. The population here is small now, so a group like us could have a big influence.’
‘And when they couldn’t stop us coming,’ Pel said, ‘they decided to use us for their own purpose. Whatever that is.’
‘Whatever that is,’ Silvern repeated. ‘That’s the question. I didn’t find an answer – did any of you?’
None of us had.
Silvern rubbed her hands. ‘I’ll ask Willem that too. Things are happening. If he doesn’t give us a real job to do after this, I’m going to run away and find something myself.’
‘Would you really?’ Brex asked.
Silvern didn’t answer, unless looking inscrutable was an answer.
Hera said, ‘Don’t go away, Silvern. Juno went away. Dad went away. Grif said goodbye Hera. I sad if you go too.’
Silvern grinned at her. ‘I’m here now, Hera. Want to go up to the roof?’
All of them waved goodbye, promising to call as soon as they’d talked to Willem in the morning.
Over dinner I told Vima about the conversation with my stratum. She kept eating the rice, chicken and cashew nuts, but by the look on her face she wasn’t tasting a thing. Not that there was much to taste – that particular recipe wasn’t one of dehydration’s finest efforts.
‘That means,’ she said, ‘that the bacteria could be artificial. And if it is, then it could explain why nothing we’re trying is working.’ She shovelled the last forkful into her mouth. ‘I need to talk to Trebe.’
Trebe didn’t answer when I tried to call her. Nor did Creen, Kalta or Aspa.
‘Don’t they eat?’ Vima grumbled. She stood up, stretched, then started pacing the tiny room. ‘This is crucial information.’
‘Tell the guys you’re working for,’ I said. ‘Does it have to be Trebe?’
‘Of course I’ll tell them,’ she said. ‘But I don’t know enough about their research, about how they think.’
When Vima returned to the lab, I kept trying to contact Trebe. There was no reply. All evening I tried, and there was still no answer. Eventually I had to ask Mother if Trebe spoke regularly to anybody in the Centre.
‘She’s been talking to Sina each evening. Why, darling?’ Mother’s face brightened at the prospect of something new.
I felt mean, but all I said was that Vima wanted to check something with her, I didn’t know what, and could Mother ask Trebe to call me as soon as she could. ‘How’s Sina?’ I asked. ‘And Jovan?’
‘They’re a joy to Hera and me. I’m so glad to have their company.’
She passed on small pieces of other news, making me feel meaner still for not telling her what I knew. We spoke too of Grif and of Danyat. ‘He’s working himself to the bone,’ Mother said, ‘but he promised me he would be careful.’
Trebe didn’t call till after I’d given up expecting she would. I should have known she’d be working the same hours Vima was.
‘Juno! It’s good to see you.’ Her smile softened the lines of strain on her face.
‘Can you wait a sec, Trebe? I’ll run and get Vima.’
She raised a hand and settled back in her chair, closing her eyes.
I ran to the office and knocked against the glass. ‘Vima! Trebe’s online. Can you come now?’
She got up at once, waving me back into the apartment so that she could leave the lab without contaminating me. A minute later she came through the door and sat down in front of the mini-comp. ‘Trebe! Wake up!’
Trebe shook herself awake. ‘Sorry.’ She stretched and rubbed her face. ‘Okay. I’m with you now. What’s up?’
‘The bacterium,’ Vima said. ‘Juno and her lot have been doing some research. We think it might be an artificial one. It’s possible somebody’s using it like a weapon.’ She leaned forward. ‘And Trebe – it’s been worrying me. This bacterium doesn’t respond to anything. What if it isn’t what we think it is? What if it’s a virus that’s been modified to behave like bacteria, except that it won’t respond to the usual treatments? If it’s a deliberate infection, something that’s been made in a lab, it could be possible.’
‘A virus.’ Trebe sat without speaking for long moments, and she seemed to be staring into the distance, though she was no longer lying back in her chair. Her eyes snapped back into focus. ‘Right. Vima – we’ll work along those lines down here. Can you see if your people will switch too?’
Vima nodded. ‘James has already switched. The other two are sticking with the bacteria theory.’
They seemed excited, energised. But I was terrified. ‘Trebe, if it’s a virus, then that’s worse, isn’t it? Worse than bacteria. You can treat bacteria but you can’t treat viruses. You can’t stop a virus.’
‘Don’t despair,’ Trebe said. ‘From what you and your stratum have discovered, we could have been trying to treat the wrong type of pathogen. At least now we might be on the right path. That’s good.’
She made arrangements to talk to Vima and James at nine the following the morning.
‘Is James the angry one?’ I asked when Trebe had gone.
Vima laughed. ‘Yes, that’s James. Wants everything done ten minutes before he gives it to you.’
It was the first time she’d laughed since I’d been there.
James was cheerful when he came into the apartment with Vima the following morning, and showed no sign of the temper that had made him nearly hammer our door down.
‘Morning,’ he said, plonking himself onto the sofa. He was tall and maybe in ordinary times his brown hair wouldn’t have looked like a mess of wires escaping from some weird machine, but right now he did the mad professor look to perfection.
Vima sat in the armchair with her feet up, feeding Wilfred. I dragged a kitchen chair to where I could see the television screen.
Trebe called promptly at nine. Creen, Kalta and Aspa were there too. Had any of them slept? So many ideas poured out of them I suspected they hadn’t had time to.
I tried to follow what they were saying so that I could report back to my stratum. Brex especially would be mad at me if I couldn’t tell her at least some of the science they were throwing around.
‘It’s definitely artificial and it’s definitely a virus,’ Trebe said.
James nodded. ‘Yeah, we’ve come to that conclusion too. Clever though. Even when you’re looking for the signs, they’re practically impossible to see.’
The discovery that they were dealing with a virus would make a huge difference to the control and treatment, apparently. I was about to protest that viruses couldn’t be treated, couldn’t be controlled, when James remarked, ‘There has to be a cure. Nobody’d let something like this loose if they didn’t have a handy cure locked away somewhere.’
That was something I would definitely remember to tell the others.
Trebe gave me the job of reporting the news to Willem. ‘He’ll know who to tell, how to handle it,’ she said. ‘We’ll need to go through it together so that you’re sure of the detail.’
The discussion lasted for over an hour. At the end, Trebe asked me to summarise the main points. She and the others corrected and coached me till they were satisfied.
James got up to leave and brushed a finger over Wilfred’s head. ‘Cute,’ he said.
Vima tucked her son up in his cot, then went back to work.
I called Marba. No reply. I tried Silvern. No reply. Where were they? Then I remembered they’d be talking to Willem, asking questions he probably wouldn’t give them the answers to, even if he knew what they were. I wished we had phones. There was no alternative, I’d have to do the mind call again, whether I wanted to or not – and I didn’t want to. Practice wasn’t making me any more comfortable with it.
I sent out the message to Marba: CALL ME. This time, I put all the energy I could into my first effort. Not even a minute later, the talk icon flashed.
‘We’re with Willem,’ Marba said. ‘Is it important?’
‘Trebe and Vima say to tell you it’s not a bacterium, it’s a virus. An artificial virus.’ Willem must have grabbed the mini-comp. His face flicked up on the television screen. ‘They’re certain, Juno?’
I ran through the morning’s discussion, glad of the coaching as Willem snapped out questions.
When I’d told him all I could, he said, ‘This will change things. There’s hope now. Good work – all of you.’
Silvern asked the question burning in my own mind but, being Silvern, she took the direct approach. ‘Willem, what Hera said about the bad people wanting to hurt you. Do you think the pandemic is meant to destroy you?’
He shook his head. ‘Perhaps. I don’t know. But I can’t worry about it right now. The important thing is to stop it.’
Marba said, ‘With respect, Willem, it is just as important to know the reasons behind it. Who would want to destroy you? What would be achieved by destroying you?’
Willem headed for the door. ‘Leave it to the police.’
‘Like we left the stuff about the virus to the police?’ said Pel – gentle Pel who never created waves. Wow!
It stopped Willem dead. ‘Very well, you may have a point. There are people who object to the school I started. We teach children to train their minds, to work with more than the five senses. We’ve had threats, some minor vandalism.’ He shrugged. ‘They could see the present crisis as an opportunity to get rid of me. Nobody would question the reasons for an old man dying of the virus.’
Yin asked, ‘Are they paranoid enough to want to harm you?’
Willem laughed. ‘They call me a spawn of the devil, so who knows.’ He opened the door to leave, but stopped and looked back. ‘I’m not important,’ he said. ‘If you must ask questions, ask why somebody would try to destroy the world with another pandemic.’ He walked away.
‘We should have asked him for names,’ Dreeda said into the silence.
Silvern stood up. ‘I’m off. Another day of boredom awaits. Don’t want to miss a second of it.’
‘Hang on.’ Dreeda pulled her back. ‘There must still be stuff we can do. We need to keep thinking about it, keep asking questions, keep trying to work out if there’s information we can find on the net.’
But we all felt flat, dispirited after the excitement of the virus discovery. ‘Even if we do find something, how do we tell anybody?’ Jidda asked. ‘We haven’t got a phone. We can’t leave the building.’
‘There must be phones in this place.’ Wenda looked around the room. ‘It’s an office. Don’t offices have communication equipment?’ She pulled open a cupboard, then a drawer. ‘What’s this?’
I couldn’t see it, but the others were crowding around her. ‘Could be a phone,’ Biddo decided. ‘Let’s try it.’
But we lacked the knowledge to make it work, even if it did turn out to be a phone. ‘We need an Outsider,’ Rynd said. ‘The stupid thing’s got to be basic. We just need to know how to use it.’
‘James!’ I shouted. ‘I’ll ask James. I’ll tell him to come to lunch, so be online. I’ve had enough of the mind stuff.’
‘We’ll be here,’ Marba said. ‘See you then.’
Dreeda jumped up. ‘Wait! All this rubbish about phones!’ She stamped her foot. ‘Go away and think. Finding the virus is good, but what about the other stuff? Who made it? How did they spread it?’ She was yelling now. ‘What sort of lives will we have if nobody finds out what’s behind all this?’
Rynd went to her and put his arms around her. ‘Hush up, woman! You’ve hit the nail fair on its head. We go forth and comply.’
She gave him a shove, but she was smiling. They walked out, arms around each other.
Well, well!
We watched till they disappeared, then Silvern grinned. ‘Okay, we’ve got our orders. Let’s do it.’
But first Jidda reminded me about James and the phone.
I made tea for Vima and asked her to invite James to lunch. She gave me a searching look. ‘What are you lot up to now?’
I sighed. ‘Nothing to do with the phone. That’s just a distraction. We’re supposed to be trying to work out who wants to harm Willem, who made the virus, who spread it and how.’
‘That should keep even you guys busy enough.’
But it didn’t keep me busy. My thoughts tangled themselves in circles and went nowhere. It was a relief when Mother called. Sina and Hera were standing next to her. I told them to sit down, get comfortable, for I had news to tell them.
When I’d finished outlining what we’d discovered, Mother whispered, ‘But how could anyone be so evil? Juno – are you sure about this?’
Hera put her arms around Mother’s neck. ‘Don’t cry, my mother, don’t cry.’
Sina looked ill. ‘Someone has done this to us? Who could hate us enough to do such a thing?’
I spoke quickly, wanting to turn their thoughts away from death and treachery. ‘Trebe says that they’ll soon have a treatment ready. She says this will mean the end of the pandemic.’
But they weren’t distracted. Sina leaned forward. ‘Tell us everything you know. Who are the people who want to harm Willem? Do we have any names? Can we search for information on the net about them?’
We didn’t know. I told her we were trying to think of ways to search for information. Mother still looked shaken to her bones.
‘We’ll try too, Sheen,’ Sina said. ‘It’ll be good to have something to do that might help.’
To lighten the mood before we finished, I asked Sina if I could see Jovan. Her face lit up and she carried the mini-comp through to where he slept in Mother’s bedroom. He was adorable, of course, and I was happy to say all the right things. Sina said it was uncanny how like Jov he was. I couldn’t see that he looked any more like his father than Wilfred did but I kept such thoughts to myself.
We ended the call and there was nothing to do but think and do housework that didn’t really need doing until it was time to prepare another dehydrated lunch. I chose a self-saucing quiche, garlic bread and chocolate brownies.
My stratum called from Marba’s apartment earlier than midday. They were energised, buzzing in fact.
‘What?’ I demanded.
Marba summarised for me: Biddo had worked out how to track passenger bookings. They now had a list of the names of all the people who’d travelled to all the centres where the disease had broken out in the days before we arrived.
I was grumpy. ‘How does that help if the virus was sent in the mail? Or by carrier pigeon?’
Dreeda shoved her face near the mini-comp. ‘If you’ve got a better idea, say it. Otherwise shut up.’
‘We want you to read the names to us,’ Silvern said. ‘We can work out some of them, but it’s such slow going.’
It would pass the time, but that would be all. Unless they had another idea. ‘But why? How will lists of random names help?’
Biddo looked triumphant. ‘We’re going to ring Willem and ask him for the names of people who don’t like his school.’
When James and Vima arrived for lunch, James roared with laughter when my stratum asked him how to use a phone, and laughed harder when they showed him the phone they’d found. ‘That’s a heater. You put it in your pocket on a cold day. It sends a current through your clothing and, hey presto, you’re nice and warm.’
The phone was on a shelf and looked like a piece of cardboard. It was easy to use and James told them how to find Willem’s number.
I served up lunch, while Silvern filled Vima and James in on what they’d discovered so far. James was impressed. ‘You lot could have a career in detecting.’
Marba said, ‘Leave the mini-comp on. We’ll call you once we’ve got hold of Willem.’
‘I’m the one who’s easy to get hold of,’ I snapped, and switched the mini-comp off. And didn’t turn it on again until they’d had time to leave.
The apartment felt empty after Vima and James had gone back to work. Biddo sent me the lists of names. There were hundreds of them, all people who had enough money to travel long distances by train. I put the lists aside and had a conversation with Wilfred who smiled at everything I said. Then he went to sleep.
Finally, I could ignore the names no longer. Might as well look at them. So many of them. All sorts of names – plain ones, fancy ones, names I had no idea how to pronounce.
I finished reading the lists and lay flat on the floor with my feet on the sofa, letting thoughts drift through my head. We could find out everything there was to know about where people went and when, but unless we knew why then we’d still be in danger. There had to be some connection between the activists, Willem and us. Perhaps the police were already searching for such a link, but I doubted it because Willem didn’t seem to take Hera’s words about his own danger seriously enough to pass them on. Would the police act on the word of a two-year-old? I doubted that too.
So if Willem was a good person, like the good fairies in Sleeping Beauty, who was the bad fairy? If there was a bad fairy, were they born bad like the Ugly Sisters or were they fighting against Willem because they thought he was bad?
I checked out the website for Willem’s school. It didn’t say anything about helping children who experienced life beyond the five senses, but it did say it taught mind enhancement. A child with a mind like hers. A chill ran through me. If somebody didn’t like what Willem taught in his school, they mightn’t like children with minds like Hera’s – or mine.
If only I knew more about this world we’d come to. It felt like walking in the dark.
I got up and went into the office to tell Vima to ask James to come to dinner.
Have you heard? There are heaters you can put in your pocket and they keep your whole body warm.
Have you heard? Leebar says Danyat looks mortally wounded but he won’t stop working.
Have you seen? There’s a big posting on the web from Dr Fellowes from the ship. He says we couldn’t possibly have brought the virus and that we’re good people.
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