“Let’s head to the livestock biome,” Sophie said, motioning the others toward the exit.
Emanuel couldn’t help but smile. He had waited to see this facility for over a year now. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, one he never would have imagined being a part of earlier in his career. There were still moments when he felt as if he didn’t deserve it. He glanced at Sophie, smiling at her obvious enthusiasm. Had she wanted him on the project for his expertise as a biologist? Or because they—no, he refused to let himself finish that thought. All that mattered now was the mission. He wouldn’t let his team down—or, more important, the world.
Biome 3 was smaller than the others, but equally impressive. A set of holographic walls arched into the distance, slicing the room into three sections; one contained two sows and three cows, another held a dozen hens and one rooster, while the last held five nanny goats. Emanuel had requested the odd assortment of animals with a vegetarian diet in mind. The odd assortment of animals was surprisingly similar to the other biospheres Sophie had worked in.
“We’re not going to have to kill them, are we?” asked Sophie, eyeing the chickens uneasily.
“Maybe,” said Emanuel. “If Biome 1 fails to produce enough nutrients for the team. It’s all part of the experiment.”
Emanuel began trudging through the mud toward a console at the edge of one of the blue walls. Sophie noticed for the first time that he had already gotten dirt stains on his pants, and couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t seem to notice. A variety of numbers and symbols hovered over the center of the console.
“See this?” he shouted. “This console controls the holographic walls. We can’t hear it, but the walls emit a sound that keeps the animals from approaching. Amazing device.”
Emanuel had been all teeth since he entered the Biosphere. His wide smile was what had attracted Sophie to him from the moment they met. The worst day of the solar storms was the only one she could recall when she hadn’t seen him beaming with energy.
The scent of fresh manure crept into Sophie’s nostrils, making her cringe. She hated the smell of animals, especially their waste. “You can play with your toys later. Let’s meet up with the others; I want to check out the personnel quarters.”
Emanuel pushed the rim of his glasses higher onto his nose, and made his way across the dirt reluctantly.
“He’s the stereotypical nerd biologist, isn’t he?” Sophie asked Holly, her arms crossed.
Holly chuckled. “Sure is. A side part, glasses, and a five o’clock shadow. He basically radiates nerd.”
An image from their past crawled into Sophie’s mind: her and Emanuel, their bodies wrapped up under the soft sheets of a bed in the bowels of a bunker as they rode out the solar storms. She recalled the panic of knowing that the world was dying around them—and that the only cure was intimacy, the feeling of him being inside her, as if they were the last two humans on Earth.
The thought was dangerous. She knew she couldn’t risk that happening again. Not now, not like that, and not during the mission. There was too much at stake. She didn’t need any distractions, and besides, she wasn’t the type of person to try something that had failed once before. Her life wasn’t a science project.
She pressed on, her shoes hardly making a sound as she walked toward their quarters. It was less than a minute’s walk from the livestock chamber. She wasn’t an architect, but if she were, these were two areas she would have separated. Sleeping with the stench of manure wasn’t her idea of a good night’s rest, but it could help suppress any unwanted desires she might have.
Her concern disappeared when Biome 4 came into view. She poked her head into the first room. It was much more spacious than she had imagined, and impressively welcoming. A large bed protruded out of the concrete wall. It was attached only by small wires on both ends, and appeared to hover in place. On the nightstand was a thin tablet. It was encased in carbon, and her name had been engraved on the back.
“Not bad, NTC, not bad,” she muttered aloud on her way to the hallway.
“What do you think?” Holly shouted from the entry of her room.
Sophie smiled. “I won’t lie; I’m impressed. The conditions are much nicer than I thought they would be.”
“These tablets are great!” an excited Emanuel piped up. “They’re connected to the central mainframe. We’ll have access to live data about any of the chambers at our fingertips.”
“Not too shabby,” Sophie agreed. She looked down the hallway, noticing how different the chamber’s design was from the others. Instead of being a single circular space, Biome 4 was built around a massive mess hall. Three hallways branched off the central room and led to their sleeping quarters, the medical ward, the kitchen, and the command center.
By the time Sophie and the others got to the cafeteria it was late in the day. Timothy and Saafi were busy tinkering with their tablets at one of the metal tables. A blue hologram shot out of Saafi’s, illuminating Biome 2 on the middle of the metal table.
“Looks like all systems are normal in the pond chamber,” he said as Sophie approached. “In fact, all systems are performing at one hundred percent in the Biosphere.”
“Good news. I’m glad NTC left us with a fully functional system.”
“Hopefully they also left us a system without video cameras in every room,” Emanuel laughed.
An image of Alexia appeared in front of the team. “I don’t mean to correct you, but there are multiple cameras in every room.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Of course there are.”
“So much for trust,” Emanuel replied, frowning.
“Dr. Hoffman likes to know what is going on at all times,” said Alexia. “It is not that he distrusts us. He just—”
“Wants to see us all naked?” Timothy chuckled.
Sophie shot Timothy a glare. “What exactly do you mean by us, Alexia?” Sophie asked, spinning to face the AI’s hologram.
“Our team, Doctor,” Alexia replied in a calm voice.
Sophie struggled to come to grips with Alexia’s presence. She was technically in charge, but Alexia controlled the central mainframe. If something went wrong, Alexia, and not Sophie, would be tasked with making an executive decision, one that could mean the life or death of her team.
Sophie sighed, too tired to argue. “Time for dinner, everyone. Let’s see if NTC left us with a fully functional kitchen, shall we?”
The team laughed, but their anxiety was almost palpable in the filtered air. It wasn’t even the end of the first day in the facility, and Sophie was beginning to suspect NTC had a stronger grip on the operation than she had first imagined.
“This way,” Saafi said, pointing toward a white door at the far end of the mess hall.
“Have you already checked it out?” Holly asked, holding the door for the others.
“A month of packaged food, just enough time for Farmer Emanuel to grow us something worth eating,” Timothy said. “If he’s actually capable of it.”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more annoying, you prove me wrong. For the record, it might take less time than that. These seeds grow faster than any I have ever studied,” Emanuel said, grabbing a vacuum-sealed meal from the stainless-steel cabinet.
The team carried their trays back to the mess hall in silence. Sophie grabbed the open seat next to Emanuel.
“What did you get?” she asked.
“That’s a really good question. I can’t tell,” Emanuel said, laughing.
Sophie smiled. His sense of humor always had a way of making her feel better, but the hushed whispering from the other table quickly reminded her that the mission hadn’t started off as planned. She leisurely picked at her meal, trying to ignore her staff’s conversation while replaying the day’s events in her mind.
Should she have accepted the contract so hastily? Or had her own dreams o
f going to Mars clouded her vision? There was also the lingering question of why Dr. Hoffman had seemed so rushed at the briefing. Was he hiding something?
The questions repeated themselves over and over in her mind.
“You need to eat. Tomorrow is the first lab day, and you’re going to need your energy,” Emanuel said, noticing she had slipped into a daze.
Her deep brown eyes darted away from her tray and caught his gaze. Her expression reminded Emanuel of a defeated athlete after a long game.
“NTC has us by the balls. It’s just . . .” Sophie’s voice trailed off.
“This is our ticket to Mars,” he said, finishing her thought. He smiled. “I guess that’s more of a reason to do what we came here to do and get out,” he said.
Sophie dropped her fork on her tray, the clank of metal echoing through the mess hall. “I’m not hungry,” she said.
Emanuel looked down at his own meal. “Me neither.”
Sophie looked at her watch, yawning. The day had slipped by, and the sun would have already gone down outside. She turned to her team as she stood and picked up her tray.
“We’ll meet back here at 0600 hours. Update your tablets before bed with your work schedules. I want to be able to track everything first thing tomorrow. Work will start in your biomes after a short briefing,” Sophie said.
The turbulent journey of the day before had worn her down, but it wasn’t the helicopter ride that had drained her the most. Questions kept spinning through her brain—about Dr. Hoffman and about the mission. Her own team hadn’t helped. With Timothy’s snide comments and her argument with Alexia, the mission had started off shakily.
She sampled the filtered air as she entered her quarters, and nodded with satisfaction when she found no lingering smell of manure. Her eyes settled on the inviting bed. A good night’s rest was what she needed. It was the perfect remedy for her aching body and troubled mind.
Hastily, she pulled off her top and removed her white pants, pulling back the covers and climbing between the soft sheets. Surprisingly, she didn’t think of Emanuel. Instead, her mind diverted to a different fantasy—a fantasy of another world, a place she hoped she’d be visiting in a matter of months.
CHAPTER 4
THE air was thin. She took in a deep breath, sucked it deep into her lungs.
It wasn’t enough.
She tried again, her open mouth drinking the invisible air.
Still not enough.
Her heart began to race, her mind quickly following suit.
Another long breath, and again it was not enough to satisfy her hungry bloodstream.
She heard the quiet whistle of air escaping her helmet before she saw the microscopic crack. The whistle grew, her mind transforming it into a deafening roar.
How had her helmet cracked? The glass was supposed to be nearly indestructible. No time for questions. She had to find safety before her air supply was sucked into the atmosphere.
Her heart beat faster inside its protective cage of bone, pounding as if it, too, wanted to escape its prison.
How fast? 180 beats a minute? 190? There was no way to tell; she couldn’t check her pulse through the padded suit, but it had to be nearing perilous levels.
She surveyed the horizon through her visor, searching for her ship, a shelter, anything. But the red sand of Mars stared back at her, beautiful and deadly, something she had dreamed of for so long.
Dreams.
Was she in the middle of one?
She sucked in another long breath, her mind ignoring the question. It wanted air—air meant life. The oxygen was draining out of her system, and with it, her life force. Soon her mind would slow to a crawl, and she would slip into unconsciousness as any spare oxygen was rerouted to her heart and vital organs. Then they, too, would slow, and finally, stop.
Her eyes desperately scanned the surface. She tried to run, but her legs protested. They were anchors, weights pulling her down.
How did she get here?
It didn’t matter. She needed to focus. Panicking meant death. She wasn’t ready to die. Not now, not after she had only just gotten to Mars.
In the distance, another deafening roar. Was it her mind playing tricks on her?
She turned and saw the outline of something approaching from a distance, hugging the red horizon like a dolphin riding a wave. The noise increased, and she blinked, straining her eyes. Something was definitely making its way toward her.
With every ounce of her remaining strength, she brought her hand to her visor, attempting to shade her eyes from the blinding sun. The object cruised across the skyline and momentarily blocked the glare, giving her enough time to identify it as a ship—not just any ship, either. She had seen it before, in one of NTC’s hangars.
Secundo Casu.
It was the prototype Dr. Hoffman had been working on for years. He had named it himself, humanity’s second chance. It was the same craft she had been promised a seat on.
As the ship came into focus, she saw the blue flame symbol of NTC stenciled on its hull. Her suspicions were confirmed. It was definitely Secundo Casu, and was clearly no longer just a prototype. Which meant work had been finished much faster than originally planned. But why? What would have prompted them to push up the schedule?
The growl of the spacecraft’s engines drowned out the sound of the air escaping from her helmet. For a moment hope replaced her need for oxygen. She watched the craft race toward her, and with her last strength, she waved her hands in the air.
“Down here!” she yelled, knowing there was no chance the crew would be able to hear her. “I’m down here,” she screamed again. Her voice sounded like a whisper in the distance, far from the firm and confident one she was accustomed to.
Her hands dropped to her sides. Her breath was labored and weak. Her head pounded as stars crept across her vision.
The sound of the ship’s engines pulled her back. She blinked several times and waited for it to land and rescue her. It closed in. But something was wrong. Why wasn’t it slowing? The pilot should be braking by now.
“Down here!” she screamed again. This time her voice was nothing more than a squeak, the desperate sound of a dying animal. A tear crept down her cheek as the craft roared above her, racing away into the distance. She dropped to her knees.
“No!” she cried, choking.
The ship disappeared over the horizon, but the roaring sound in her ears grew louder. Was her mind playing tricks on her?
A sonic boom knocked her on her stomach.
No, this was something else.
She rolled onto her back and saw the blue glow of another craft racing after the NTC ship, its design unlike any she had seen. It was curvilinear, like a disc, but not perfectly round. Its blue sides pulsated and rippled as it moved. Inside, a bright glow throbbed like a miniature heart. Was it the ship’s engine?
The craft glided silently across the landscape, which meant it was using new and advanced technology—technology she had never seen. NTC had been developing anti-gravity engines for some time, but they still hadn’t been able to master the technology. She knew because she’d watched two of the test ships explode within minutes of takeoff. The longer she watched the strange ship crawl across the sky, the more she doubted humans had crafted it.
Dozens of stars danced across her vision, mixed with a tint of red. Her brain was shutting down. She had only seconds of consciousness left.
But she couldn’t die yet; she needed a better look at the ship, and she wanted to see it with naked eyes.
Her hands rose to her neck and clawed at the two fastening devices that separated her from the poisonous air. She pressed down on the metal, and with a faint click, she removed her helmet.
The poison gases immediately raced into her deprived lungs, prompting her to gag. Coughing, she lurched forward. She tried to blink,
tried to see the blue craft, but the gases were already busy eating her insides, and her vision was fading.
Then it was gone. Only darkness remained.
She could feel the tears flowing freely down her face.
What had she seen? A new NTC design? Or something else?
She had to know. Her eyelids struggled to stay open, blinking over and over, her dying eyes fighting for vision. And for a second, her right eye worked again. The strange craft was directly above her. Inside, the glow of its blue heart throbbed furiously.
One more desperate breath before her mind shut down and her vision went black again.
What had seemed like minutes had, in reality, only been seconds, more than enough time for the atmosphere to eat her insides and boil her skin—more than enough time to kill Dr. Sophie Winston.
* * *
“Sophie, wake up!” a voice screamed.
Two strong hands gripped her, shaking her violently.
“Sophie!” the voice yelled again.
The dense fog hovering over the doctor’s eyes slowly began to clear, and a face emerged. It was Emanuel.
“You were having a nightmare,” he said.
Sophie sat up, clawing at her tired eyes.
“Mars,” she said under her breath.
“Again? It’s happening more often, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “This is the third time this week. It’s just so . . .” Her voice trailed off as she rubbed her eyes again. “So vivid,” she finished.
“Explain it to me. Maybe I can help.”
“Don’t worry about it. Holly said the dreams are just nerves.”
Sophie watched him rub the deep wrinkles on his forehead. They made him look far older than he was.
“I know you better than she does. I know you in ways she never will,” he said with a grin.
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