The Walls Have Eyes

THE WALLS HAVE EYES

Also by Clare B. Dunkle:

The Sky Inside

By These Ten Bones

The Hollow Kingdom Trilogy

The Hollow Kingdom: Book 1

Close Kin: Book 2

In the Coils of the Snake: Book 3

CLARE B. DUNKLE

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Summary: Having spirited his parents out of their domed suburb, Martin goes to the school for help and finds that his sister, Cassie, and the other Wonder Babies are gone again,

but his Alldog, Chip, may hold the means to save them all.

ISBN: 978-1-4169-5379-1

ISBN: 978-1-4169-9641-5 (eBook)

[1. Genetic engineering—Fiction. 2. Robots—Fiction.

3. Dogs—Fiction. 4. Family life—Fiction. 5. Science fiction.]

I. Title.

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F O R

E U G E N E ,

W H O

C O U L D N ‘ T

W A I T T O

R E A D M Y

B O O K S

“She's melted down? Completely?”

“We couldn't save a single chip.”

One old man and two young men sat on folding chairs in a lemon yellow cube of a room six feet long and six feet high. So close was the space that the knees of their gray pinstripe suits almost touched. With its cheerful color, the room bore a resemblance to a hollowed-out baby's block, but the grim expressions on the faces of the men indicated that playtime was far from their minds. In fact, the baby's block was a clean room, a small space free of bugs or any other spying device. Director Montgomery was taking no chances.

“I conducted the interview myself,” Montgomery continued. “The collector bot had failed to bring in her target, a suburban boy named Martin Glass. Five minutes after the collector arrived in our facility, a top priority order came through from Central to melt her at once. I'd barely started the interview when she went into shutdown.”

“Pardon me, Director,” said one of the young men, “but I don't see why that's such a surprise. The collector had failed. She was malfunctioning. No wonder she was scrapped.”

“Thank you for that brilliant insight, Zebulon,” Montgomery said. “But I do have some small amount of intelligence, and I thought of that myself. I responded that we understood the demolition order, but we needed time to hold the exit interview. That time was emphatically denied. Yes, the collector
had something to tell, and we weren't supposed to hear it. That's what was going on.”

He sighed. His colleagues sighed too. Then all three scratched the tips of their noses.

Montgomery was in his sixties, and Zebulon and his partner were in their twenties. Nevertheless, they bore an uncanny resemblance to one another, and not just because of their gray suits. They were clones, duplicates of an operative who had become Agency Director some seventy years ago. That chief had realized his management troubles would be over if his entire workforce thought the same way he did. He had filled the Agency with copies of himself, and his copies had done in-house cloning ever since.

Montgomery leaned toward the two young men with whom he shared a complete set of DNA and an unaccountable fondness for spicy burritos. “Now, you listen to me, Abel, and you do as you're told for a change, Zebulon. Don't repeat this next bit of information once you leave the clean room. Shortly after the meltdown, the Secretary of State contacted my office and asked about ‘that Martin Glass boy.' It seems he wanted to interview the collector himself.”

“Then you mean—”

“That's right. He didn't know the collector was gone. When I told him she'd been scrapped, he cussed me for a fool. He thought I'd ordered the meltdown. Boys, this looks like a secret plot hatched in the highest levels of government. And for once, the Secretary of State didn't do the hatching.”

The two young agents exchanged identical worried looks. “And that means you want us to—”

“That's right! Find out what's going on. I want to know whatever it is that the Secretary of State doesn't know. A little secret plotting is good for this fine nation, but the Agency needs to be in on the joke. If the Secretary has the bad luck to get himself assassinated, we need to be ready to congratulate the winners.”

Abel glanced at Zebulon and cleared his throat. “Um . . . doesn't the Secretary demand our absolute loyalty, sir?”

“They all demand our absolute loyalty,” Montgomery answered, “right up to the minute they're dead. Now, I don't have much for you to go on. Aside from the boy's name, we only have one decent clue. The packet chief who was present at the failed collection of Martin Glass reported that there was the boy, and then there was a copy of the boy. I thought the copy might have been a hologram, or even the packet chief's imagination, so that was the first question I put to the collector. She confirmed that the copy was there. But get this: ‘My canine colleague'—
that's
what she called it.”

“‘Colleague'?” Zebulon mused. “I thought collectors worked alone.”

“‘Canine'?” Abel said. “Sir, you can't mean—you don't mean a
dog
?”

“Agent Abel, I don't mean anything,” Montgomery said severely. “I just repeat what I hear. It's up to you two to put the meaning into it. Now get out there and find out what's going on!”

Meanwhile, several hundred miles from the clean room, in a secret mountain hideaway that had become the Wonder Baby
school, Martin Glass sat on the cafeteria floor and hugged his bot dog. The ecstatic German shepherd bestowed such a frenzy of swipes to Martin's face that the hair that normally fell into his eyes defied gravity for the rest of the day.

Martin's new friend Theo shook her head in disbelief at the hysterical reunion. “How did you manage to get your hands on that superbot, anyway?” she asked.

“Birthday present,” Martin said. “Chip, get your nose out of my eye. Settle down. I'm fine!”

Chip flopped onto the floor to beg for a tummy rub and nearly knocked Martin over.
I love you more than anything
, his dark eyes told Martin.
You are my whole world.

“So you got him by accident,” Theo said. “Modified bots cost a fortune. That's somebody's very expensive mistake.”

“Don't listen to her, Chip,” Martin said. “You're not a mistake. You're my dog—the best dog in the world.”

A month ago Martin Glass had been a regular kid under the steel dome of Suburb HM1, a boy who loved his computer games and hated school. But that had been before his thirteenth birthday, when his parents had given him Chip. The German shepherd could do illegal things, and he had taken Martin to places where no one was allowed to go. There, Martin had learned what happened to the people who didn't do what the government wanted. They were put on the televised game shows, where they played until they lost— and died.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Martin's six-year-old sister, Cassie, was in danger. Cassie was a Wonder Baby, a new and improved model of child. Because of Martin's discoveries about the harshness that lurked below the comfortable surface of his society, he had been very suspicious when a fast-talking stranger had taken Cassie and the other Wonder Babies out of the suburb. Even though the stranger had promised to take care of the little children, something hadn't felt right. When Martin had learned a few days later that the government wanted to ban the Wonder Babies as unsafe consumer products, he had been furious and very worried. He had decided to find out if his sister was all right.

Martin's dog Chip had helped him escape from the suburb, and Martin had found Cassie, safe in a secret school run by
the young scientist, Dr. Rudolph Church. Rudy was the prototype for the Wonder Babies, and he thought of them as his little brothers and sisters. When the government had decided to destroy them, Rudy had left his lab to rescue them.

Martin didn't fit in with the supersmart Wonder Babies, and he didn't get along with most of the other geniuses from Rudy's lab. But he had met someone he did get along with: Theo, the prototype for his own product line. When she had invited Martin along on an adventure to find a safer location for the Wonder Baby school, Martin had agreed to go.

Martin and Theo spent the afternoon in the cafeteria, packing their backpacks and preparing for their trip to find a new school for the Wonder Babies. Theo's approach to packing was considerably more thorough than Martin's had been. “We both need medical supplies,” she said, dividing up the piles, “in case a pack gets lost.”

“I guess that'll be yours,” Martin said. “I'm not gonna lose my pack.”

“What if it falls in a river? What if wild animals grab it? You remember that it's dangerous outside, right?”

Martin's imagination glossed over the dangers of the untamed wilderness and lingered on the exciting elements instead: beautiful birds, fascinating insects, and the constantly changing scenery. “Sure, I know. So, where do you think we're gonna find a new school, anyway? This one looks pretty good to me.”

Theo picked up a small round mirror and squinted into it. Then she swiveled it so Martin caught a glimpse of her stubby nose and bright hazel eyes. “It's too good,” she said.
“It's perfect, in fact. That means any agent with access to top secret maps will eventually notice this facility and come here to check it out. We need something we can build or develop ourselves.”

“Build where?” Martin asked.

Theo was counting out energy bars. “I have ideas, but we shouldn't discuss them,” she said. “There could be bugs even in here.”

Martin glanced at the bland white walls, at the ceiling with its broad square panels and big institutional lights. He didn't catch the glitter of light bouncing off tiny glass spying devices, but his spirits sank at the thought. He pictured one of those small gelatinous blobs gliding along the baseboards, distributing its hidden load of bugs. Would he ever get to a place where the walls didn't listen and watch?

“Maybe whoever sets the bugs doesn't care about looking for you,” he said. “They were gonna recall the Wonder Babies and take them away from their parents. You guys did that, so now they don't have to. It's like you did them a favor.”

Theo grinned. “I'd like to tell the suits at Central that. ‘We were just helping you out!' But listen, it was somebody's job to collect those little kids. If I know this government, somebody's still trying to do it.”

“What do they want with them?” Martin asked. “What would they do with a bunch of preschool geniuses?”

“Nothing good,” Theo said. “Let's hope we don't have to find out.”

Dinnertime came, and the cafeteria filled with savory smells. Then it filled with hundreds of adorable little children
in blue T-shirts and jeans. Cassie pelted over to him and threw her skinny arms around his waist. “You're still here! My teacher told me I could have dinner with you.”

Martin hugged her back. “I'm leaving tomorrow,” he said.

“I know. You and Theo are going to search for our new school. But you'll be back when you find it. This is my big brother,” she bragged to the nearby children. “He came all the way out here to visit me.”

Martin sat down to share a meal of vegetable soup and cheese crackers with her.

“There sure are a bunch of you Wonder kids,” he said. “You wouldn't all fit in our school back home.”

“This isn't even half of us,” Cassie told him as she licked the salt off her crackers. “We eat in shifts, and the toddlers have their own cafeteria. They take naps in it too.”

“How do they get enough food for this crowd?”

“They steal it off the packet lines.”

“Man! I bet that makes the packet chiefs mad!”

Cassie selected the middle cracker from the stack on her napkin and balanced a piece of sodden zucchini on top of it. “Rudy says we're not supposed to worry about it. He says children should just play and learn. I'm learning a language people used to speak before our language developed. Do you want to hear some of it?”

“No!” Martin said. “That's just nuts. Who cares how a bunch of dead guys talked?”

Cassie shrugged. “I do. Will you be here for breakfast?”

“No. Theo wants to get an early start.”