Authors: Stefan Bolz
The Fourth Sage
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Fourth Sage
© Copyright 2014 by Stefan Bolz
All rights reserved. No portion of this
book may be reproduced in any form,
except for brief quotations in reviews,
without the written permission of the author.
Cover design by Jason Gurley
Editing by David Antrobus
Map drawing by Lawrence Mann
Hawk Photographs by Ann Brokelman and Guy Anthony
Drawings by Judy Rosenberg Krongard
and Chloe Mosbacher
This book is for the children: For the rebellious ones
and for the ones who dare to ask questions;
for the forgotten ones and the ones who remember.
From Now On
Like the wind o'er forgotten plains
When the storm clouds whisper names
Like the girl that came from light
Like the bird ’twas born of night
That your promise is our fate
That your fight was our gate
Freedom's voices never cease
Your sacrifice became our peace
Like the wind o'er forgotten plains
And the breaking of our chains
At the ending of their reigns
From now on
Just your memory remains
- kiire understaad
Chapter 0 — Ninety Seconds
The backlight of her wristwatch begins to glow, casting a green hue on her hand. She glances at it even though she knows what it will say: nine zero. One second later the micro fluid changes to eighty-nine. At eighty-eight she closes the book, holds it in her hands for a few seconds longer. Her fingers trace the slight indentation of the almost indecipherable title. The stamped feathers in the center have lost their coloring decades ago. Long before she was born. Even before the ban.
She gets up. A touch on the screen of the watch changes the walls of her room from an image of a forest to a regular room with a large window, showing the darkened skyline of a city in the distance. Eighty-three. In truth, there are no windows in her room. She crouches on the ground next to her futon, removes the thin cover in front of a rectangular opening and crawls inside. More frequently, now, Aries has begun to wonder how long she will still fit into the tight space. She's slim for a fifteen-year-old, but knows that one day the ducts will no longer allow her to roam the building.
Sixty seconds. The high-resolution display of her watch begins to pulsate in one-second increments. Eight feet into the air duct she turns on her back and looks up. The secondary channel, perpendicular to this one, disappears into its self-reflecting mirror image far up into the building. Thirty-six seconds. Aries pries open the panel in front of her. Behind it sits a conductor, generating the power to periodically sterilize this section of the air duct system. As a side effect, the high-density ray kills any other life forms that are present in the ducts. It’s been rumored that the primary function of the sterilizers is to prevent the inhabitants of the building from escaping to the outside world.
Twenty-eight seconds. She pushes the book behind the conductor and closes the panel. By her estimate, there are six hours and thirty-two minutes before the next duct cleaning. But the one-hour video loop feeding the cameras to her room will only hold for eighteen more seconds.
When she had hacked into the mainframe a few years back she didn't want to risk more than an hour for herself. There would be serious repercussions should she be caught. The Law of the Corporation demands house arrest for first time offenders. But she isn't a first time offender. She isn't even a second time offender. For her, it would be the third time. She would be in prison for up to a month.
She turns on her stomach, slides backward while pushing off with her hands. The green screen of her watch pulsates in the semidarkness of the duct. Her feet reach the opening. Seven seconds. Her knees come out. She lifts her stomach to avoid getting caught on her belt lock. Three seconds and her head is out. She closes the panel, slumps onto her futon and pulls the blanket over her head. Zero seconds. Her wristwatch goes dark and she's live. Her heart rate is still higher than she wants it to be. It can't be helped. Let them figure it out.
Her thoughts drift back to the book. After she read it for the first time, she’d felt something she had not allowed herself to feel before. The artificial intelligence software analyses each frame of video surveillance and decides what steps need to be taken. Strength and pride are the main pillars of the Corporate Education System and weakness, especially in her age group, is not tolerated. Aries decided a while back to give them what they want. For twenty-three hours a day she's strong for them. But for one hour a day she allows herself to feel. And sometimes—mostly after reading—she cries. She cries for her mother and her father and she cries for her freedom and she cries for all the other children with her who are Wards of the State and who landed on the outskirts of a society that has gone too far in the wrong direction.
How can the human spirit be captured? How can it be diminished almost to extinction? How can it be made so small and almost insignificant that the thought of fighting for it is nothing but an idea and easily dismissed as foolish? She's asked herself these questions many times over. She knows the answer. She knows that whoever, whatever, stands behind the Corporation has perfected it and has made it their goal—pursuing it by any means necessary—to break the human spirit, to hold it prisoner and eventually to extinguish it completely. And suddenly she knows she needs to do something about it.
Chapter 1 — Seth
“You will first dream of freedom.”
The Book of Croix,
Aries opens her eyes. The clear night sky reflects the light in a myriad of stars. The trace of a dream lingers, not quite ready to disappear. In it, she found herself soaring high above the desert plains, dropping in and out of the clouds, while traveling toward a cluster of structures in the distance—mirages in the glimmering heat.
She takes a deep breath, as if to ready herself for the day. Her right hand finds her wristwatch; her fingers trace the invisible line on its screen. The night sky disappears and the default room design comes on. This one is free. It’s a plain room with a nice window looking out over the skyline of a city. Of course, one of the buildings has the
logo on it, but Aries doesn’t mind. She'll be out of here in five minutes.
She checks her pad, wondering why she hasn't had a message from C.J. this morning, but decides that she can ask her later. At the touch of a sensor in the wall, a door slides open and she steps into the shower stall where she undresses and folds her clothes onto a small shelf. A blue horizontal laser line appears at her feet and from there travels upward. When it reaches her head, she opens her mouth. The laser moves through, scanning her gums and teeth, then her eyes.
The impulse to close her lids during this is always very strong. She thinks that in looking into her eyes the software can detect her thoughts and somehow see into her soul. All she can do is attempt not to think about anything at that moment. Most of the time she tries to solve a math problem—like a transcendental function involving sine, cosine, and tangent. She finds comfort in geometrical patterns and fascination in the fact that the inside angles of every triangle, independent of its shape, total one hundred eighty degrees.
The laser turns off and a low humming sound comes on, a sign that the UVL shower has been activated. Eleven seconds. For a few moments afterward the stall smells like iron until the air has been exchanged and a door on the opposite side opens. Aries steps into a small closet where she dresses in a dark blue jumpsuit and heavy-duty working boots. She ties her hair into a ponytail and steps through another door that spills her out into a hallway. The corridor stretches in both directions in a slight curve with doors on either side, all leading into units similar to the one she currently occupies.
Before she can see it, she can hear the noises coming from the wide opening in the corridor that leads into the dining hall. Aries collects herself. The knot in her stomach appears like clockwork each time she enters. There are usually about two hundred kids spread out over twenty tables. Aries scans the room then goes to the large wall of narrow glass panels, each of which contains ten square compartments containing a variety of food. She stops before a screen and generates a smile. Her picture appears.
Good morning, Egan, Aries, D. ID#: 4746-POC-201-0017485
. Two of the small compartments open. She takes two bottles from one and a piece of bread from the other.
One of the tables has only one kid sitting at it so far. The boy is about her age, maybe a year older. She thinks Kiire Understaad is his name, but she could be wrong. She remembers he's been here for at least as long as her. As a girl, not belonging to any of the groups here is bad. As a boy, it must be nearly unbearable. And for a boy with that name and his stout stature, it’s impossible. She heads for the table, seeing in her periphery three older kids get up from two other tables and nonchalantly make their way toward this one. By her estimate, they will arrive at the same time. It’s a game—every morning, every midday break, and during free time in the evenings. They remind her of vultures waiting for the slightest sign of weakness, anything they can use to create trouble without it being recognized as such. The monitoring system does not allow for any social misconduct. But there are ways to cheat the system and some of the kids excel at it.
Aries slumps down at the bench, diagonally across from Kiire. Simultaneously, the three other boys sit down at the same table, two across from her and one to her right and across from Kiire. They are a year or so older than her. Maybe sixteen. Their jumpsuits are orange. Rodent Control.
“Hey, Scarlip, can I kiss you?” the boy across from her whispers, his hand covering his mouth so the monitors can’t see what he says. His hair is dark with gelled spikes sticking up in all directions. “Scarlip, O Scarlip, just one little kiss. Scarlip, my Scarlip, I beg of you, please!”
The other two try to contain their laughter. His name tag says SETH. He’s easily a foot taller than her, his eyes and demeanor telling her that he is going to push it today, push it to the limit of what the software considers appropriate social conduct. She's been called names before. Many times. Her father had made enough money to pay for the four operations to join her upper lip and close the cleft. As a result, the tip of her nose is now slightly pushed inward and there's a small scar below it in the space between her nose and her upper lip. She doesn’t see it when she looks at herself. She never did. It was always normal for her. She remembers her mom telling her that she was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. And Aries believed her. She doesn’t really feel hurt when someone says something about it. She did in the beginning. Now it’s just annoying.
She glances over at Kiire. He is involved in his own battle with the boy across from him. The boy stares at him relentlessly while repeating, “I will crush you,” without moving his lips. She can’t read his name tag except the first four letters. TERR. For a second she thinks about what could possibly drive someone to perfect the art of belittling someone to that extent. What inner demons he must be fighting each night when he lays in his two-foot-wide bunk bed in the darkness. Does he think about his parents? Does he think about his future and that he will probably never get anywhere, never see the sun, never stand in the rain or smell the earth under him? That he'll most likely die fifty or sixty years from now within two hundred meters of where he sits? That he'll work in Rodent Control for the rest of his life? She pities him. Until Kiire lets out a gasp. His hand goes to his knee under the table. He tries to swallow the pain. The tears come out of sheer reflex.
“Make a sound and you’re dead,” Terr whispers. “Cry and you'll spend two weeks in medical and afterward you’ll eat what she’s drinking.” Kiire lowers his head, looks down at his food, tries to pretend he’s eating. A few tears drip down onto his plate.
“Hey, Scarlip, tell me, do you know this boy?” Seth says with a smile, as if Aries has just told a joke and he’s showing his amusement. “Is he a friend of yours? 'Cause if he is, if he’s a friend of yours, what're you gonna do to help him out? Or are you just going to sit there and do nothing? You have to ask yourself what kind of a friend you are if that’s the case, huh? If you don’t know him, that’s a different story. Then we’re all just sitting here, talking. Right?”
Aries registers that she is frozen. Her mind draws a complete blank, unable to form an answer, a response of any kind. That always seems to happen in situations like this. Afterward, she usually comes up with a long list of things that she could have said and done. But at this moment, right now, there is nothing. All she can think of is "Rodent Control" and how strange it is that the corners of his mouth move downward each time he smiles.
She looks above his head at one of the oversized flat screens mounted on each wall of the dining room. They usually have advertisements on them. Right now, it shows a blonde woman in a bathing suit talking about how, for only fifteen units a month, you could become a member of the beach club. This gives you access to an hour per day on fine sand, a milky pool, and a huge wall screen with an ocean view on it. It’s pixilated and the quality stinks, but many people in Tier One use it. Aries has been there only once.
“Are you listening to me?” Seth’s grin disappears.
“Yes,” is all she can muster. It comes out with a squeak, like a rusty faucet sputtering water.
“Yes.” This time it’s clearer, albeit still with a hint of fear.
“Good. 'Cause if you don’t... if you don’t listen to me, this will not end well for you. I've been watching you, Scarlip Egan. For a while. There's something about you, you know. Something irritating. Like you’re proud of something. Like you’re better than the rest of us. Like you’ve got something the rest of us don’t have. But now that I look at you a little closer, I don’t know what it was I even saw in you. You’re just pathetic. You look pathetic.”
The other two boys nod reassuringly. Kiire eats, or better, moves tiny little portions of wheat paste to his mouth so he doesn’t have to do anything else. The knot in Aries's stomach is a small planet rotating around its own axis. She thinks she is going to be sick. Maybe if she said something, anything, he would be satisfied and leave her alone. Maybe she should apologize and tell him he's right and that she’d seriously consider the points he had made. She has no clue what to say, so she opens her mouth and starts talking.
“Did you know that cockroaches leave chemical trails in their feces, as well as emitting airborne pheromones for swarming and mating?” She has no idea where this is coming from but decides to go with it. “These chemical trails transmit bacteria on surfaces.” She lifts her hands off the table, wipes them on her jumpsuit and puts them in her lap. “Other cockroaches will follow these trails”—she looks at the other two boys who don’t quite get what’s going on yet—“to discover sources of food and water. They feed on scraps of human food and usually leave an offensive odor.”
All eyes are on Aries. She can see the anger well up in Seth, but there is no more backing down for her. She has to rise to meet his challenge or leave, leave right now only to come back tomorrow and do this all over again. When she continues, she pronounces each word clearly, as if talking to a child.
"Cockroaches are attracted to warm, moist environments. They spend the daylight hours in dark, secluded areas under refrigerators, stoves, and in crevices under the floors. The presence of cockroaches during the day may indicate a large population. They have been linked with allergic reactions in humans."
For a few moments, there is silence at the table. Then Kiire sneezes. “Sorry,” he says, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. Aries can’t help but let out a giggle. Without warning, Seth jumps up, grabs Aries across the table by the collar, pulls her toward him and screams at her from the bottom of his lungs, “I AM NOT A COCKROACH!”
He pushes her; she loses her balance and falls to the floor. Pain shoots through her elbow. She looks up, realizing first that everyone in the room is staring at her and second, that there are absolutely no sounds. The monitors behind Seth’s red face go dark. That’s not a good sign. She gets up holding her elbow and flexes it to see if it’s broken.
Then the screens simultaneously come back on. After a few seconds of flickering, the image of a room appears. There are several bunk beds, all empty. One of them has someone sitting on it, arms wrapped around the legs, head down. Over the speakers drifts the sound of soft weeping. The camera zooms closer toward the bowed head. The hair is dark with spikes standing in all directions. Then the head lifts up from the knees and Seth’s oversized face comes into frame. His eyes swollen with tears, he stares into space while sobbing. A single “Mommy” escapes his mouth. Then the sobbing continues.
There is not a sound in the dining hall except for a couple of low laughs here and there that are instantly swallowed up by the silence. Aries faces Seth. Their eyes meet. She realizes that she is as shocked as he is. Gone is the anger, gone the boy who wanted to stir trouble with a girl today. All that’s left is reality and the never-absent and far-reaching presence of the A.I. monitors behind the walls, behind the screens, and behind it all.
The quiet that follows is almost eerie. When Aries looks at Kiire and the other two boys and from there into the faces of the other kids, there is a small moment when she feels it, feels it like electricity in the room. It’s palpable. It is the sense that all of them are trapped with no way out, with nowhere to go. And below that hopelessness, Aries can sense the small wish for something else. For a life outside of this, for something better. But that small instant of a wish—minuscule in size and overpowered by the sheer bleakness of their lives—disappears quickly, like the flicker of a firefly at night. Moments later, it is gone. What’s left is their shared knowledge that nothing can change their fate, nothing can reach down and lift them up and place them into a world of safety and of comfort.
Their eyes are lowered as they return to their tables, to their benches. Some sit, others collect their empty dishes and move them toward a small conveyor belt on one of the walls. Aries casts one more look toward Seth, as if to say, “Next time be more careful.” The screens turn back to normal, back to the blonde woman in the bathing suit who talks about the beach club. As she turns to leave, Aries can’t help but feel a sting of guilt over what she said to Seth. “No,” she decides, “he deserved it.” But as she leaves the dining room she isn’t even sure about that.
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Chapter 2 — Ty
“For they hold our fates forever, in their hands both young and strong.”
[Part of a forbidden nursery rhyme]
Aries takes two steps at once, climbing up the steep narrow stairs while holding onto the railing. If her hands are free she can usually make it up in about five seconds. Fourteen steps. Back down is even quicker. Sliding on her hands and forearms and hooking her heels onto the railing she can be down in under three seconds.
She reaches the top and lands on a small platform, which leads into a narrow, slightly curved hallway. To her left is a metal door. Aries looks briefly up at the small camera in one of the corners of the doorframe. She punches in a code. After a moment, the clicking sound indicates that the door has been unlocked. A small LED next to a numeric pad goes from red to blue. She steps through the opening. The thick door closes behind her, hermetically sealing itself. In case of a leak of any of the chemicals used to heat and cool the massive high-rise, this section—Tier Zero—will be cut off and sealed from the rest of the building.
Aries is hit by a wave of heat coming off the rectangular container-sized transformers on either side of the narrow hallway. The heat exchange units convert chemical processes into either heat or cooling, depending on what is needed at the moment. She goes left, walks through the narrow passageway, which eventually spills her out into a storage room. She goes to her locker and opens it while glancing at yet another camera above.
“You’re late.” The voice behind her is deep and raspy, firm but not unkind. Stating a fact rather than making a judgment.
Aries grabs her tool belt from the hook on the door. “I am,” she answers. “Sorry 'bout that.”
She turns toward the man. He must be well into his seventies. His gray hair is held in a short ponytail, and a pencil is tucked into the space above his right ear. The wrinkles around his eyes are darkened from grease and metal dust. Aries can never really connect his voice to his slender build; whenever she hears him talking, she envisions a larger, taller man. Tybault Hennrichsen is half a foot shorter than herself.
“There was trouble in the cafeteria…” Aries continues.
She looks at him while cinching on her belt and tucking her gloves into a side pocket.
“You’ll find your place eventually. I did.” Ty smiles at her. Aries doesn’t smile back. “You up for a climb? It’s not too high up.”
“Sure,” Aries answers, swallowing the slight sting of fear in her throat.
“We’ve got a burned-out motor in one of the cooling ducts in B-11X4. We need someone tall and thin.”
“I’m your girl.” She closes her locker, snaps the flashlight onto her hard hat, tests it on her hand, and moves one of the belt pockets to the back. When she reaches Ty, he turns and they both walk through the door into a much more expansive area. They pass a few large standup drills, a welding station and other workbenches, until they reach the middle of the room. Clusters of greased-over computer screens are mounted to the ceiling directly above an oversized table. Multiple layers of large blueprint drawings represent the guts of the electrical system down to every excruciating detail—every switch, junction box, and LED bulb.
About two dozen people, all in coveralls, are in various stages of preparing for the day. Wires are being rolled up and parts are being mounted together; the smell of the soldering iron hangs in the air. Several of the workers nod at Aries as she approaches. In here they are equals. In here they are all spokes in the large wheel that turns slowly but steadily around the axis known as Tybault Hennrichsen.
“The motor is in this section over here, reachable through the shaft right above the D-compressor line.” Ty traces the cooling duct with his grease-stained finger and stops at the top of a narrow shaft where a red dot on the clear plastic sheet indicates the broken motor. “My guess is that one of the brushes is gone, or maybe both. You can’t bring it down, it’s too big. You’ll have to repair it on site.”
“You got it, boss.” Aries looks at the blueprint while taking out her notepad. She writes, "220V-30A / 6-point hexagon."
“You’ll need a six-point hexagon to open the casing.” Ty says. She nods. “But you knew that already. Has anyone seen C.J. this morning?” Ty asks the room.
A couple of people shake their heads; others murmur that they haven’t seen her.
“I’m going on the job with you," Ty says. "We don’t have anyone else senior enough to be your lead.”
Aries smiles. “Great!"
"Get the parts, will ya?" Ty says, while grabbing his tool belt and hard hat.
When she enters the storage room, an image appears before her eyes for a split second, completely blocking her current visual field. White clouds rush by as she plummets toward the land far below. She throws her arms out to catch herself. Then it’s gone, leaving her dizzy and filled with a hot rush of adrenaline. She looks around but nobody seems to have noticed.
She finds the parts in two separate metal bins and the six-point hexagon in the specialty tools cart. Ty is already halfway up the stairs. Aries follows him up and they reach the narrow path above the storage room. From there, the walkway makes a forty-five degree turn, crossing over the command center. Aries's stomach begins to knot as they approach the end and negotiate a narrow wall. As they turn the corner, leaving the wall behind them, they approach the railing of yet another walkway. Aries concentrates on the steel grid plates below her feet but she knows that, eventually, she has to look up and face what’s there.
“You okay?” Ty's eyes reassure her that she is not going to fall and disappear into the abyss.
Reluctant, her glance shifts from Ty to what lies behind him.
You've seen this many times before
There's no need to freak out over it
. From where they stand, a circular walkway leads in both directions meeting all the way across, fifty meters away. In between, there is nothing. Just a large, round gap. She reaches the railing and grabs it, not without noticing the sweat on her palms. From here, she gradually looks past her hands. Surrounding the gap in the center, the maze of ladders and platforms extends downward as far as she can see. About fifty floors below, it is swallowed by darkness. She steps back from the railing.
"Shall we?" Ty asks.
She nods, thankful that he lets her have her moment of panic without calling her on it.
"I wonder why it's built like that?” she asks, as they head for another staircase.
“I don’t have a better answer since the last time you asked,” Ty replies.
“It’s just that it seems to serve no purpose to have it all open like that.”
“I’m not a structural engineer.”
“Yes, but you know things."
"That I do. I also know that I've never met anyone who asked so many questions."
"That's a good thing, right?" Aries realizes that she's only half-kidding.
"It depends on who you ask."
She expects him to smile but he doesn't, and for a moment there is silence between them.
“Did C.J. seem strange to you the last couple of days?” she asks.
“Strange in what way?” They climb up yet another ladder.
“Just strange. Not herself.”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Ty answers. “But you know her much better than I do.”
“I don’t really. How can I know her if we’re not allowed to speak without being watched?” Aries isn’t quite sure where this outburst comes from.
“I brought your harness.” Ty tells her. “You should put it on.”
“Ty, do you realize that I can’t even talk to you about anything except what’s related to work?”
“You should always put it on, even though you think you might not need it.”
“There are so many things that don't make a lot of sense.”
“It will prevent you from falling and hurting yourself.”
Ty stops and turns to her. They are halfway up the stairs. He kneels before her, placing the harness in front of her on the ground. Then he looks up at her.
“Put on the harness, Aries. It will keep you safe.”
He is as close to a father as anyone has come in four years. She can see that his eyes are pleading with her—pleading with her to be quiet, to stay quiet.
“Thank you,” is all she says, as she steps into the harness and pulls it up.
They continue to climb a few more stairways until they reach the space behind a smaller transformer. Aries can see the massive cooling line going straight up beside a metal ladder built into the wall. Twenty feet above them the line disappears into a smaller shaft leading away from them.
Ty hands Aries a small walkie-talkie that she clips onto her harness. She begins to climb the ladder. Halfway up she looks down, but realizing this is a mistake she continues to concentrate on each rung of the ladder until she reaches the top. She switches her headlamp on and peers into the horizontal shaft. It disappears beyond the reach of the light beam.
"It's about thirty-five feet into the shaft." She hears Ty's voice in the walkie-talkie. She gives him a thumbs-up and places her foot on the ledge of the square shaft. When she locks the carabiner into the bar above the opening, her legs begin to shake. She waits a few seconds, hoping it will stop. For a moment she feels as if she is going to get sick, but then she grabs onto the bar, lets go of the ladder and slides into the shaft.
She welcomes the tight space and the cool surface of the metal duct against her back. She unlocks the carabiner and crawls forward along the smaller cooling line. The beam of light dances in front of her as she makes her way into the darkness.
"Almost there," she says into the walkie-talkie.
"Still here," she hears Ty say next to her ear.
She smiles, turns her body, and moves the last few feet on her side. She opens her tool belt, finds the wrench and begins opening the bolts. In order to get to the rest of the chassis she has to lie on her back. While loosening the remaining bolts, she notices another shaft, smaller and perpendicular to this one.
she thinks. The shafts inside the building that have nothing in them are usually air shafts. This seems an unusual location for an air duct.
"How's it going in there?" She hears Ty's voice. She contemplates telling him what she's found. Then she decides to check it out first and tell him after. Ty knows nothing about her one hour of freedom she takes out of her day when she activates the surveillance loop in her room and roams the heating ducts at night. She knows he wouldn't approve. Not because he would disapprove; he would simply be afraid for her.
"Aries, you there?"
"Yes, sorry, the space is very tight and it'll take some time to loosen the bolts."
She takes the chassis off of the electric motor and replaces the used brushes with new ones.
"It's both brushes. Should be done soon," she says into the walkie-talkie. She can't remember ever having lied to Ty.
She closes the chassis and climbs into the shaft. The empty duct leads straight up, with nothing to hold on to. Using her knees and feet, together with her hands, she pushes herself up, several inches at a time. She's done this many times before but she didn't realize at the outset how far she would have to climb. Most of the vertical ducts she had climbed during her nightly excursions were fifteen feet high at the most. This one is almost three times as high.
Halfway up the shaft, she's completely out of breath. Sweat is building on her brow and she begins to question her reasoning for climbing into the shaft. But she knows that this is probably her only chance to do this. She'll most likely not come back to this location for a while and coming up with a reasonable excuse to return would be difficult.
She takes a couple of breaths, tries to be unconcerned about her legs beginning to shake, and pushes herself up again, a couple of inches at a time. After an eternity, she reaches the end—a metal vent cover. She tries to push it open but it doesn't move.
"I don't believe it," she whispers under her breath. She tries again but there is no way for her to open it. It must be bolted shut from the other side.
I should have known better
. She very slowly begins to slide downward. Forty-five feet below her she sees the tiny opening to the vertical shaft and part of the motor. She had taken off her gloves to get better traction. Now, the sweat in her palms acts as a lubricant. She pushes away the thought of what would happen if she fell from this height and takes out her handkerchief. Using her teeth, she rips off a narrow strip and ties it to one of the bars in the vent cover. One knot has to do. The burning in her legs is already almost unbearable. Then she wipes her hands as much as possible on her coveralls and slowly makes her way down. When she finally reaches the bottom, she is sweating profusely and simply lies there, completely exhausted.
"Did you fall asleep in there?" She hears Ty's voice in the walkie-talkie.
"I'm done. On my way back," she replies, hoping this was all worth it.
She reaches the ladder and climbs down, the burning sensation in her legs only slowly subsiding.
"You look like you've been through the wringer. Did anything happen in there?" Ty looks at her with a mixture of worry and wonder. "Are you okay?"
"It was just very hard to loosen the bolts," Aries answers, looking away from his probing glance.
"Aries, what's going on?"
"Nothing." She lifts her head, looks straight at him. "It was just very hard to loosen the bolts."
Something in his expression tells her that he doesn't quite believe her. He opens a small panel next to the ladder and flips the circuit breaker back on. The LED light changes from red to green.
"Shall we go back?"
"Yeah." Aries realizes that her palms are still sweaty but she resists the urge to wipe them on her coveralls.
"Good job up there."
Ty walks ahead of her as they make their way down the ladders and back toward the command center four stories below.
"Maybe I'll try to get in touch with C.J.'s parents tonight," Aries says. "I didn't see a message from her on my pad this morning and she usually writes me first thing."
"Sure, sounds like a good idea," Ty answers after a few seconds. Just as they reach the floor of the command center and Aries is about to walk to her locker to get a drink, Ty places his hand on her shoulder.
She turns toward him. "Yes."
"You're a good kid. I... I want you to know that. I just wanted you to know." She looks at him, his grease-darkened face, his kind eyes.
"I'll be right back," she says, and turns to walk away. Her eyes sting suddenly. She wonders why this happens each time someone says something nice to her. Yes, it reminds her of how her mother used to speak to her while she gently braided her hair each night. Yes, it doesn't happen that often anymore that someone says something nice to her. C.J. is one. Ty another. Maybe there are one or two more kids she can relate to, but for the most part there is this undercurrent of loneliness in her that she can't seem to shake.
While standing at her locker and drinking from a water bottle, tears stream down in earnest. She immediately tries to hide them from the camera above her head; she pours water into the palm of her hand and splashes it on her face. Let them figure it out. To whoever stands watch behind the cameras, she's just another kid sweating from working in small spaces who needed to cool off. No tears.
But while she does that, while all those thoughts go through her head, she realizes what it is she needs. The thought rises within her and fills her with hope and the will to continue. She lets it stand there. Then she nods and a slight smile crosses her face.
I need friends
. She closes her locker and goes back to the command center to get instructions for her next job.
Chapter 3 — Born-of-Night
“Night bears the dawn which rises on its death.”
The Book of Croix
Aries slumps onto her futon and takes out her pad. She traces an invisible line on the screen. The default room setting changes to the inside of a forest. Another sweep of her finger and music comes on. A Calitester flute. The deep guttural sound, almost reminiscent of human voices, echoes through the room. For a while she lies on her back looking up, trying to relax into the music. All around her, the trees reach far up into the sky. She lets her mind wander—from her encounter with Seth this morning to her conversations with Ty and from him to C.J. She sits up, opens her memo app and types. "Where were you today? Missed you. Hope you're okay. A." She pushes the "send" button and lies back down. A few moments later she is fast asleep.
The slight vibration of her watch wakes her. When she looks at the screen, it flickers a few times, the sign that the one-hour loop has begun. Her watch shows 1:38 a.m. She feels a sense of dread and slight panic. She can feel her heart beat inside her chest. She decides it must have been something she dreamed. Before she can acknowledge that it's probably more than that, she makes herself get up.