by Hugh Howey
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“It won’t be for much longer, I don’t think. ”
“Will you be able to vote? I can’t believe my boy is doing such important things!”
Lukas turned to her. “Vote? I thought the election was put off. ”
She shook her head. Her face seemed more wrinkled than it had a month ago, her hair whiter. Lukas wondered if that were possible in so brief a time.
“It’s back on,” she said. “This nasty business with those rebels is supposed to be just about over. ”
Lukas glanced toward Bernard and the Sheriff. “I’m sure they’ll figure out a way to let me vote,” he told his mother.
“Well, that’s nice. I like to think I raised you proper. ” She cleared her throat into her fist, then returned it to the back of his hand. “And they’re feeding you? With the rationing, I mean. ”
“More than I can eat. ”
Her eyes widened. “So I suppose there’ll be some sort of a raise—?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’d think so. And look, you’ll be taken care of—”
“Me?” She pressed her hand to her chest, her voice high. “Don’t you worry about me. ”
“You know I do. Hey, look, Ma—I think our time’s up. ” He nodded down the hallway. Bernard and Peter were heading toward them. “Looks like I’ve got to get back to work. ”
“Oh. Well, of course. ” She smoothed the front of her red coveralls and allowed Lukas to help her to her feet. She puckered her lips, and he presented his cheek.
“My little boy,” she said, kissing him noisily and squeezing his arm. She stepped back and gazed up at him with pride. “You take good care of yourself. ”
“I will, Ma. ”
“Make sure you get plenty of exercise. ”
“Ma, I will. ”
Bernard stopped by their side, smiling at the exchange. Lukas’s mother turned and looked the silo’s acting Mayor up and down. She reached out and patted Bernard on his chest. “Thank you,” she said, her voice cracking.
“It’s been great to meet you, Mrs. Kyle. ” Bernard took her hand and gestured toward Peter. “The sheriff here will see you out. ”
“Of course. ” She turned one last time and waved at Lukas. He felt a little embarrassed but waved back.
“Sweet lady,” Bernard said, watching them go. “She reminds me of my mother. ” He turned to Lukas. “You ready?”
Lukas felt like voicing his reluctance, his hesitation. He felt like saying, “I suppose,” but he straightened his back instead, rubbed his damp palms together and dipped his chin. “Absolutely,” he managed, feigning a confidence he didn’t feel.
“Great. Let’s go make this official. ” He squeezed Lukas’s shoulder before heading into the server room. Lukas walked around the edge of the thick door and leaned into it, slowly sealing himself in as the fat hinges groaned shut. The electric locks engaged automatically, thumping into the jamb. The security panel beeped, its happy green light flicking over to the menacing red eye of a sentry.
Lukas took a deep breath and picked his way through the servers. He tried not to go the same way as Bernard, tried never to go the same way twice. He chose a longer route just to break the monotony, to have one less routine in that prison.
Bernard had the back of the server open by the time he arrived. He held the familiar headphones out to Lukas.
Lukas accepted them and put them on backwards, the microphone snaking around the rear of his neck.
“Like this?”
Bernard laughed at him and twirled his finger. “Other way around,” he said, lifting his voice so Lukas could hear through the muffs.
Lukas fumbled with the headphones, tangling his arm in the cord. Bernard waited patiently.
“Are you ready?” Bernard asked, once they were in place. He held the loose jack in one hand. Lukas nodded. He watched Bernard turn and aim the plug at the banks of receptacles. He pictured Bernard’s hand swinging down and to the right, slamming the plug home into number 17, then turning and confronting Lukas about his favorite pastime, his secret crush—
But his boss’s small hand never wavered; it clicked into place, Lukas knowing exactly how that felt, how the receptacle hugged the plug tightly, seemed to welcome it in, the pads of one’s fingers getting a jolt from the flicking of that spring-loaded plastic retainer—
The light above the jack started blinking. A familiar buzzing throbbed in Lukas’s ears. He waited for her voice, for Juliette to answer.
A click.
“Name. ”
A trill of fear ran up Lukas’s back, bumps erupting across his arms. The voice, deep and hollow, impatient and aloof, came and went like the glimpse of a star. Lukas licked his lips.
“Lukas Kyle,” he said, trying not to stammer.
There was a pause. He imagined someone, somewhere, writing this down or flipping through files or doing something awful with the information. The temperature behind the server soared. Bernard was smiling at him, oblivious to the silence on his end.
“You shadowed in IT. ”
It felt like a statement, but Lukas nodded and answered. “Yessir. ”
He wiped his palm across his forehead and then the seat of his coveralls. He desperately wanted to sit down, to lean back against server number 40, to relax. But Bernard was smiling at him, his mustache lifting, his eyes wide behind his glasses.
“What is your primary duty to the silo?”
Bernard had prepped him on likely questions.
“To maintain the Order. ”
Silence. No feedback, no sense if he was right or wrong.
“What do you protect above all?”
The voice was flat and yet powerfully serious. Dire and somehow calm. Lukas felt his mouth go dry.
“Life and Legacy,” he recited. But it felt wrong, this rote façade of knowledge. He wanted to go into detail, to let this voice, like a strong and sober father, understand that he knew why this was important. He wasn’t dumb. He had more to say than memorized facts—
“What does it take to protect these things we hold so dear?”
He paused.
“It takes sacrifice,” Lukas whispered. He thought of Juliette—and the calm demeanor he was projecting for Bernard nearly crumbled. There were some things he wasn’t sure about, things he didn’t understand. This was one of them. It felt like a lie, his answer. He wasn’t sure the sacrifice was worth it, the danger so great that they had to let people, good people, go to their—
“How much time have you had in the suit labs?”
The voice had changed, relaxed somewhat. Lukas wondered if the ceremony was over. Was that it? Had he passed? He blew out his held breath, hoping the microphone didn’t pick it up, and tried to relax.
“Not much, sir. Bernar— Uh, my boss, he’s wanting me to schedule time in the labs after, you know—”
He looked to Bernard, who was pinching one side of his glasses and watching him.
“Yes. I do know. How is that problem in your lower levels going?”
“Um, well, I’m only kept apprised of the overall progress, and it sounds good—” He cleared his throat and thought of all the sounds of gunfire and violence he’d heard through the radio in the room below. “That is, it sounds like progress is being made, that it won’t be much longer. ”
A long pause. Lukas forced himself to breathe deeply, to smile at Bernard.
“Would you have done anything differently, Lukas? From the beginning?”
Lukas felt his body sway, his knees go a little numb. He was back on that conference table, black steel pressed against his cheek, a line from his eye extending through a small cross, through a tiny hole, pointing like a laser at a small woman with gray hair and a bomb in her hand. Bullets were flying down that line. His bullets.
“Nossir,” he finally said. “It was all by the Order, sir. Everything’s under control. ”
He
waited. Somewhere, he felt, his measure was being taken.
“You are next in line for the control and operation of silo eighteen,” the voice intoned.
“Thank you sir. ”
Lukas reached for the headphones, was preparing to take them off and hand them to Bernard in case he needed to say something, to hear that it was official.
“Do you know the worst part of my job?” the hollow voice asked.
Lukas dropped his hands.
“What’s that, sir?”
“Standing here, looking at a silo on this map, and drawing a red cross through it. Can you imagine what that feels like?”
Lukas shook his head. “I can’t, sir. ”
“It feels like a parent losing thousands of children, all at once. ”
A pause.
“You will have to be cruel to your children to not lose them. ”
Lukas thought of his father.
“Yessir. ”
“Welcome to Operation Fifty of the World Order, Lukas Kyle. Now, if you have a question or two, I have the time to answer, but briefly. ”
Lukas wanted to say that he had no questions; he wanted to get off the line; he wanted to call and speak with Juliette, to feel a puff of sanity breathed into this crazy and suffocating room. But he remembered what Bernard had taught him about admitting ignorance, how this was the key to knowledge.
“Just one, sir. And I’ve been told it isn’t important, and I understand why that’s true, but I believe it will make my job here easier if I know. ”
He paused for a response, but the voice seemed to be waiting for him to get to the question.
Lukas cleared his throat. “Is there—?” He pinched the mic and moved it closer to his lips, glanced at Bernard. “How did this all begin?”
He wasn’t sure—it could have been a fan on the server whirring to life—but he thought he heard the man with the deep voice sigh.
“How badly do you wish to know?”
Lukas feared answering this question honestly. “It isn’t crucial,” he said, “but I would appreciate a sense of what we’re accomplishing, what we survived. It feels like it gives me—gives us a purpose, you know?”
“The reason is the purpose,” the man said cryptically. “Before I tell you, I’d like to hear what you think. ”
Lukas swallowed. “What I think?”
“Everyone has ideas. Are you suggesting you don’t?”
A hint of humor could be heard in that hollow voice.
“I think it was something we saw coming,” Lukas said. He watched Bernard, who frowned and looked away.
“That’s one possibility. ”
Bernard removed his glasses and began wiping them on the sleeve of his undershirt, his eyes at his feet.
“Consider this—” The deep voice paused. “What if I told you that there were only fifty silos in all the world, and that here we are in this infinitely small corner of it. ”
Lukas thought about this. It felt like another test.
“I would say that we were the only ones—” He almost said that they were the only ones with the resources, but he’d seen enough in the Legacy to know this wasn’t true. Many parts of the world had buildings rising above their hills. Many more could have been prepared. “I’d say we were the only ones who knew,” Lukas suggested.
“Very good. And why might that be?”
He hated this. He didn’t want to puzzle it out, he just wanted to be told.
And then, like a cable splicing together, like electricity zipping through connections for the very first time, the truth hit him.
“It’s because—” He tried to make sense of this answer in his head, tried to imagine that such an idea could possibly verge on truth.
“It’s not because we knew,” Lukas said, sucking in a gasp of air. “It’s because we did it. ”
“Yes,” the voice said. “And now you know. ”
He said something else, just barely audible, like it was being said to someone else. “Our time is up, Lukas Kyle. Congratulations on your assignment. ”
The headphones were sticky against his head, his face clammy with sweat.
“Thank you,” he managed.
“Oh, and Lukas?”
“Yessir?”
“Going forward, I suggest you concentrate on what’s beneath your feet. No more of this business with the stars, okay son? We know where most of them are. ”
16
• Silo 18 •
“Hello? Solo? Please say something. ”
There was no mistaking that voice, even through the small speakers in the dismantled headset. It echoed bodiless in the control room, the same control room that had housed that very voice for so many years. The location was what nailed it for Shirly; she stared at the tiny speakers spliced into the magical radio, knowing it could be no one else.
Neither she nor Walker dared breathe. They waited what felt like forever before she finally broke the silence.
“That was Juliette,” she whispered. “How can we—? Is her voice trapped down here? In the air? How long ago would that have been?”
Shirly didn’t understand how any of the science worked; it was all beyond her pay grade. Walker continued to stare at the headset, unmoving, not saying a word, tears shining in his beard.
“Are these…these ripples we’re grabbing with the antenna, are they just bouncing around down here?”
She wondered if the same was true of all the voices they’d heard. Maybe they were simply picking up conversations from the past. Was that possible? Like some kind of electrical echo? Somehow, this seemed far less shocking than the alternative.
Walker turned to her, a strange expression on his face. His mouth hung partway open, but there was a curl at the edges of his lips, a curl that began to rise.
