The Variables (13 page)

Blair’s eyes flashed. “I just wanted to say hello,” she repeated, but this time her voice carried the heaviness of a threat. “But since now isn’t a good time, I’ll just pop by later. Expect me.”

“Wonderful,” Maxine replied and she rolled her eyes as Blair turned her back and sauntered up toward her family at the main stage. When Maxine turned to catch Scott’s attention, Lucy saw that her father shifted his body so she was no longer in his peripheral vision. It was a subtle move, a turn of just a fraction of an inch—but it made all the difference. Maxine eyed him, while rubbing Teddy’s back and lulling him peacefully to rest against her body.

“What was that about?” Lucy whispered, turning back to Cass.

Cass put a hand on Lucy’s back. “Blair happened,” was all she said. “Shhhh,” she added. “Look. Here we go.” The overhead lights dimmed.

Gordy took his place at the microphone and the residents fell silent with anticipation. The music faded and the video ceased.

“We have called you here today to announce that the time has arrived to unveil our greatest achievement. The Islands are ready.” Gordy raised his hands into the air and clapped, soliciting a round of applause from around the room. Murmurs of excitement spread from one end of the room to the other.

“Everything that we have been through, everything that we have suffered through will be redeemed. My father’s plan from the beginning was to unite us in paradise. Those of us who are truly deserving and faithful to the work shall now see what we were fighting for. Not just second chances. Not just opportunities. But a new life.” His voice filled the space with intensity and vigor. His hands moved rapidly as he spoke, and every eye in the place was trained on him.
 

Lucy turned to her father and stared at him. His eyes stared unblinkingly at Gordy; he must have felt Lucy’s gaze, but he remained facing forward, resolute in his power to ignore her. Gordy continued.

“The Islands were partially constructed prior to the Great Divide.”

That was the first time Lucy had heard that expression: The Great Divide. The connotation of it bothered her and she realized it was because the title alone was manipulative. It was the sanitation of genocide. Yet, despite her conflict, Lucy was riveted by Gordy’s words. Even Grant was wide-eyed, listening to the lecture with intense focus. She took his hand and he wrapped his fingers around hers without looking.

“Once we knew it was safe to continue our work, the great architects and engineers were put to work,” Gordy continued. “Eventually, we will have nine Islands. Only eight are ready for the move. Each Island is its own entity, with its own specialties, and its own diverse population.” Gordy paused, waiting for his audience to process, and then he smiled. “Yes, yes. Diverse. Meaning...when you are assigned your Island location, you might be saying goodbye to some of the faces you have come to know here in our temporary home.”

This announcement created a ripple of chatter. People buzzed with anxiety. They had barely adjusted to life in the System, and now they were being asked to move again, to a new place, with new neighbors.

Gordy turned and motioned behind him to where Claude stood tall. With self-assured poise and a calmness that Lucy had come to admire in all of the Salvants, Claude rooted his feet on the stage, his hands clasped behind him, his head high.

“Claude Salvant is the man who designed and engineered this marvel of modern day architecture. He created our System, and together with the world’s best scientists and innovators, helped create the Islands. He worked with our Energy Trusts to make sure that the best designs could coexist with the best science. We’ve proven it can.” Gordy stopped and smiled, flashing his teeth at the crowd.

Lucy looked to the ground. Grant’s hand was sweating against hers. She pulled her hand back and wiped it on her pants and then resumed holding his hand. He smiled.

“Buoy technology, wave energy...you’ve heard about it in your newspapers, buried under the conflict of wars and failing governments. It slipped by unnoticed, but it was there, all along. Our Islands. And to introduce them to you today, I will have Mr. Salvant present to you our new homes.”

Gordy clapped his hands together and taking his cue, the rest of the Center began to applaud. Grant, unwilling to let go of Lucy’s hand again, out of love or in mockery, clapped their clasped hands together. Claude stepped forward, his towering form dwarfed Gordy as he took his position; he adjusted the microphone and leaned down.

“No, please, thank you,” Claude said to the crowd, raising his hand to silence them. “The Islands are indeed a feat of engineering. Using technology that is so new no one in the old world had perfected it yet, we have crafted fully functional, moveable, but anchored cities. Powered by wave technology and solar power, they are like giant luxury liners built for sustaining life for hundreds of years.”

People began to whisper and lean in to one another.

“That was my mission, based on Huck Truman’s fearless goal. While we let the Earth heal, while we let nature reclaim her health, we had to create a place for us to go. Certainly you are here for a reason. You were chosen. So, your value is high and we want to please you. This is not a temporary holding place while we figure out the next steps, no, these Islands are our permanent home.” The “p” punctuated against the microphone, a shriek of feedback squealed out. People covered their ears and Claude drew back, tapped the microphone, and then continued. “We wish we could have taken you there first, but they weren’t quite ready. Plus, we admit, we worried that they might have been accessible to outsiders had we led you there first. Therefore, it was imperative that the System was our first step. The Islands are our second.”

Cass leaned in and whispered in Lucy’s ear, her breath warm, “Claude Salvant, the architect,” she said. “He wears his pride so well. You can’t even tell what he really believes.” Lucy turned to ask Cass what she meant, but Cass had pushed herself back into her chair.

“Your first look,” Claude announced and a video started up behind him. Upbeat music, a female narrator; Lucy wondered if Huck had specifically sought out some documentary filmmaker for his propaganda production. Did he have a list of talents he refused to kill off? Neurosurgeons, experts in nanotechnology, his favorite barista?

The camera zoomed in on the towers that they had all seen when they first entered, and then the narrator intoned:

“The hub of the New World will be Kymberlin. The center of science, industry, and economy. It will act as the center of our new government: a central place for the Elektos board to meet, and a place where people of every Island can congregate for Founder’s Day or other joyous celebrations. Its dormitories are built both above and below the sea, connected by walkways to the central tower.”

Someone from another pod shouted something indecipherable to the crowd. Jeers and laughter erupted around it, and Lucy watched as Huck motioned for guards to settle themselves in front of the offending area, their hands on their guns. Huck looked personally wounded that someone would interrupt the glorious video; he eyed them with contempt.
 

Lucy tugged on her father’s shirt and he leaned his ear in to her.

“Founder’s Day?”

Scott nodded.

“Only bullies earn their support through fear,” she whispered and she looked up at the armed guards, who now stepped into the seating area, pacing among them. “He can’t stop them from saying those things. Not even with guns.”

Scott put his hand on his daughter’s knee and looked at her for the first time since they had entered the Center. He leaned in for an awkward side-hug, his wordless response to her observation. She had always enjoyed being the little girl who leaped into her father’s arms, but her great protector and adviser had lost his stronghold in her heart. While freeing Grant had earned him credit, her father had recently retreated into a steady darkness. She had watched it happen; Ethan’s arrival, Teddy’s nightmarish evenings, and more and more evenings called away to the Elektos.

“Dad?” Lucy said in a soft voice, while the video announced a future where the skills of the survivors would be put to use in various industries based on their innate talents. How they decided those talents was left unclear, but the video showed a clip of a little girl instructing her stuffed animals growing up to become a teacher in front of a class of engaged teens. So, the Islands would have schools? She had so many questions. “Is this going to be okay? The Islands?”

A flicker of worry passed over her father’s face and then he smiled a half-smile.

“Kiddo, the Islands will be great. They’re the best future we could ever offer you.”

“You don’t believe that,” Lucy whispered, feeling suddenly emotional.

“Yes. I do,” he replied in a firm whisper. “I really do. Your mother and I have always, since you were born, only wanted the best for you. And this is the best.” Then he turned back to the presentation, dropping his arms.

Lucy looked to Grant, pleading, but he nodded back toward the video, and so she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. The woman droned on about the other Islands. Lucy barely processed their names; her head went fuzzy.

“Neighboring the hub of Kymberlin, you will find St. Brenden, the cultural hub of our island fleet...”

“This is strange,” Grant whispered. “Like really strange. I feel like I’m being sold a timeshare. Did your parents ever do that?” Lucy shook her head. “Man, my mom dragged me to four of those meetings, just for theater tickets or promises of a free dinner. Do you think we can choose where we live?” His voice squeaked a bit, like he was still in the throes of puberty, and then he cleared his throat. “It would be cool if we could.”

“That’s not going to happen—”

“Shhh,” someone shushed them from a few chairs down.

Reprimanded, Lucy refocused on the screen.

“...our specialized history and culture team will work diligently to rescue artifacts that we feel should be archived for the future.” The video showed pictures of great pieces of art and libraries full of books. “St. Brenden will be a place of cultural relevance and excitement. Journey here at any time to walk along the halls lined with artwork from the greats.”

Paulina was the Island of agriculture. Aeacus housed animals, moved there surreptitiously before the Release, as well as the military. And there were four others, each with a central area and then long enclosed walkways above the water connecting it to the housing. Dotted up and down the Atlantic, the Islands were spaced out twenty or thirty miles apart, but still easily accessible from each other. The narrator had described traveling between the man-made structures as “Island hopping” with a knowing and scripted laugh.

“Why not Cancun?” Grant joked.

Cass ruffled Grant’s hair and leaned closer. “Science, my dear,” she replied and then she looked to Scott for affirmation. “And access.” She winked.

The video ended and there was a smattering of applause. Claude stepped forward to the microphone and bowed his head slightly. “They are an achievement. They are amazing. And so, with that, we welcome you home.” He slipped backward to the edge of the stage and stood firm and straight.
 

Huck took the stage. He cleared his throat and looked out among the people he had recruited, those whose lives he was responsible for. He started to speak, but his voice broke, and so he bowed his head and lifted his hand to implicate he needed a moment to compose himself, and when his eyes rose to look out over the crowd, they shone with triumph.
 

“When we have left this place...this refuge in times of great war...when we sit and look out at the world and know that the generations that follow will reap the rewards of our sacrifice, then we can rest. Then we can look around and say, this is good. This is what we needed. This is the world we
deserve
.”

There was a delay, but then the Center started clapping, and throughout the seating area, people began to rise. One by one they stood to their feet, saluting Huck with a standing ovation. Scott rose to Lucy’s right and then the man sitting next to him, but Lucy could not bring herself to join them. Maxine rose next, pulling Harper to her feet, still cuddling Teddy against her chest, his long legs dangling. Lucy crossed her arms and looked across the way to the group of dissenters from before; they too refused to stand—the effect was obvious: they were clearly survivors divided.

After soaking in his praise, Huck motioned for the crowd to sit, and as they settled back into their seats, he directed their attention to the screen.

“Each of you, in family units, will be told of your Island placement today. Thank you.”

Behind Huck, the name Kymberlin popped up in bright letters and then there was a scroll of names, like the credits of a film. Halfway through, Lucy spotted their name “The King Family” and she squeezed Grant’s hand. Then she saw “The Salvant Family” and she reached back and clasped Cass’s hand, too. She did feel a twinge of excitement at the possibility of exploring this new place with her friends. She recognized the dichotomy of her emotions.

“The Island of science, industry, and government, very exciting,” Lucy said to Grant, but she still felt compelled to smile at the thought of them breathing fresh air, having opportunities to travel, shop, and wander. And each time she found herself dreaming about the luxury, she tried to pull herself out of it, remind herself that it was not real. Not really.

“I was kinda hoping to live at the one with the zoo,” Grant complained.

“With the military?”

“But the zoo.” He looked at her and winked.

They watched as the other Islands were mentioned and families and groups were designated to specific places. Conversations started and stalled as people waited and discovered their names: friends lamenting separation, others celebrating with joyous hugs of relief. The names moved quickly and people began to stir.

The slide show ended and some people stood to leave. But others began to call out, confused. Lucy saw as Hunter, together with his family, shouted toward the stage. She watched Hunter’s father point to the screen with agitation and concern. Then Huck stepped forward and calmed the masses by asking for them to settle down.