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George Anthony
Fear No More
"Fear no more the heat o' the sun…"
(William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, IV, ii)
Jonte faced playtime with mixed feelings. When the bell rang, the
others would rush into the open air, laughing and chattering. He
felt left out. Yet these were also times he enjoyed. He could
daydream about how things might have been.
Sometimes, though, he would watch the play − not directly,
that would have been impossible − but on the big screen in one
of the classrooms. Cheering on his friends made him feel part of
the action. Even through the screens, however, watching for long
often made his eyes hurt. Sunlight reflected strongly off the
silvery turf, and even more from the trees around the ground.
Players in motion trailed flashes of light which left black spots in
his vision.
It was during a tense game that the summons came through.
The shelter Principal, no less, wanted him at once in his office.
Jonte uttered a mild swearword, though realising that he had
already been watching too long − his head was aching. He madehis way to the admin sector; signalled his arrival; and went in.
The Principal was behind his desk directly opposite the door.
He was a small man, with metallic black hair cut short,
silver-grey hands in constant fidgety motion, and an expression
of perpetual irritation. He waved in the direction of a chair placed
in front of the desk.
But to Jonte's surprise, there were several other people in the
office. It was difficult at first to see them all clearly: not only had
the effects of watching the match still to wear off, but the lighting
was poor. Perhaps the Principal had only remembered at the last
minute to close the heavy shutters and switch on a lamp.
As his vision returned, Jonte's surprise grew. The six men andtwo women, who sat in a half circle to one side, judging by their
job tags, were senior…very senior. Four were from the
administration. The two women and the other two men seemed
to be scientists from different research bodies.
< 2 >
Jonte was used to the fact that other people were inscrutable.
He would have been able tell from gazing in a mirror into his own
eyes, with their blue irises surrounding dark pupils, how he was
feeling, even if he hadn't known already. But other people's eyes
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were silver discs, giving away nothing. He could sometimes see
from the rest of their faces whether they were happy or sad,
smiling or frowning; but their skin reflected the light, so that he
could never be quite sure. From the way they were sitting, he
thought, the visitors seemed anxious.
"Jonte", the Principal said, "these people have a favour to ask,
and I hope you can help them. Please sit down."
Jonte's surprise grew. What possible favour could these
people want from someone like him?
"I'll help if I can", he said.
"You know," the Principal went on, "that you have had to grow
up here because going outside would be dangerous. Your body
wouldn't be able to withstand the radiation, even at night-time.
Ordinary people are born with protection; but in your case…."
"So you see", one of the women interjected quickly, "you are
really a very interesting young man. We want you to let us get to
know you better."
"The people here," the Principal resumed, "are from the
government's science and research council. They would like to
take you to one of their centres in the south, where the facilities
are supposed to be better than we can provide…."
"But I'm quite happy here," Jonte felt he should say. "My
friends….."
"….and in any case, "the Principal insisted a tr ifle sourly, "you
wouldn't be able to stay much longer. The shelter is being closed
down."
Jonte took this in. "So when do I have to go?" he asked.
"If you can pack your things together quickly, "one of the men
replied, "we should like to move you this evening…say in an hour.
Is that all right?"
< 3 >
An hour! The suddenness of it all puzzled Jonte. His condition
had been known from the moment he had been born when his
parents − so he had been told − had handed him over for special
care. But it also excited him. Apart from a short journey when he
had been much younger to a medical centre, he could not
remember ever having left the shelter. He didn't really have
much to pack anyway.
"OK", he said.
*
The transporter that was to take him south was a large one,
larger than anything he had been in before. Even so, there was
only one other person in the closed seating section besides
himself: the woman who had said she wanted to get to know him
better. Looking at her in the dim lighting that came from a single
small unit on the roof, he thought she must be quite old. Her
slightly puffy silver-grey face was framed by precise waves of
bronze hair. The tag on her suit said she was chief psychologist at
the Regional Institute for Human Research.
"Are you all right?" she asked. "Not too upset at having to
leave suddenly like this?"
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Jonte shrugged. "I'm fine", he said. "Where are you taking
me?"
Behind her blank eyes, the psychologist seemed to be
thinking. Eventually she said: "I'm going to be open with you,
Jonte. Something has come up which makes it very important for
us to…to examine you, give you some tests, things like that. But
don't worry. It'll all be quite painless. Even fun, perhaps," she
added, smiling. "By the way, my name's Eden."
"But the medics from the centre come and test me all the
time!" Jonte exclaimed, not responding to the offered name.
"There can't be anything they don't know by now. Why don't you
get what you want from them?" But at the same time the
thought came to him that this suggestion was stupid: that wasn't
at all what they really wanted. He should have known
straightaway from the "being open" bit at the start.
< 4 >
"Oh, the tests we want to run are quite different from
anything done here," Eden replied. "Besides, our facilities are
much better than theirs. And I'm afraid the level of expertise in
those places is extremely low compared to what it used to be.
Only in centres like the Institute…."
She stopped abruptly, as both she and Jonte were jerked from
their seats. The transporter seemed to swing crazily from side to
side before making a sharp ninety degree turn, and then slowly
overbalancing onto one side. Eden rolled into one corner. Jonte
pulled himself up by one of the seats and made sure they were
still sealed from the outside. Fortunately the small centre light
was still working.
From the front there came sounds of shouting; then three or
four muffled thumps; then nothing. Eden tried unsuccessfully to
get up, so that Jonte felt he was now the one in charge.
"You OK?" he asked. "I suppose we've been in a crash orsomething, but it can't be too bad. I expect they'll get this thing
going again quite soon."
On cue, with faint scraping sounds, the transporter began to
right itself. Eden pulled herself back onto a seat, and sat for a
moment gasping. Then, in a strained whisper, she told Jonte to
keep as quiet and still as he could, adding: "They may not know
we're here."
Jonte was about to object, when, all of a sudden, he caught
on. They had been hijacked! This first long trip away from the
shelter was turning out stranger that he could ever have
imagined. He was just about to ask Eden what was really going
on, when the transporter shot into motion, throwing them back
against their seats. For a few minutes it travelled normally, then
began to lurch and jolt about as if being driven over very rough
ground. Jonte began again to ask what was happening and where
she thought they were going; but the psychologist seemed not to
hear. Instead she appeared in shock, gripping the sides of her
seat tightly and staring straight ahead with opaque eyes.
< 5 >
*
The journey turned out to be a long one. After an hour of being
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tossed around as the transporter travelled at high speed over
uneven terrain, Jonte had the impression that it had driven up a
ramp and parked. Then it began to vibrate and lurch erratically
from side to side. A loud, rattling engine noise came from
outside.
"Oh my God!" Eden suddenly exclaimed, "they're lifting us out
by helicopter!" The realisation seemed to revive her. She moved
closer to where Jonte was sitting, and began talking in a rapid
whisper.
"When we get there, Jonte, somehow you've got to escape.
We can't let them have you. Jonte, this is terribly important.
You'll have to hide until we can mount a rescue. Perhaps I should
have said something earlier. As far as we know, you're the only
one anywhere; and all the others want you too. I'll try and think
of something."
Eden, it seemed to Jonte, had raised rather a lot of questions.
He decided to ask the one he felt the most important: who were
"they"?
"They could be any one of several," Eden whispered back. "In
the Union, even, there are people who are acting behind our
backs. Then there are the Chinese, the Latin-Americans, the
Mid-East…all of them are running projects. Perhaps we'll get
some idea from the time it's taken when we land."
This gave Jonte his second and third questions. "What exactly
are these projects?" he asked; "and what have they to do with
me?"
Instead of replying, Eden was suddenly very still. Her blank
eyes were unreadable, but Jonte had the impression that she was
regretting her first response. The projects, whatever they were,
were meant to be secret; or at least secret from him.
Then he remembered Eden's earlier remark. The sudden
removal from the shelter, and what had happened since, began to
make sense. If it was true that he was unique, and with people
after him, the administration would want to put him somewhere
secure as soon as possible. But then: the only way in which he
was unique, as far as he knew, was in being never able, for the
whole of his life, to leave an environment shielded from the
outside. And again: that had been known since his birth. So he
was back to the question: why now?
< 6 >
For some time Jonte and Eden both remained silent, Jonte
trying to work out possible answers, Eden inscrutable and
unmoving. The vibrations and rattling engine noise continued to
penetrate the interior of the transporter, though the lurches from
side to side had stopped. Presumably they were in the air and
moving forwards, though it was impossible to gain any sense of
direction.
The silence between the two lasted about half an hour. By the
end, Jonte had reached the conclusion that there must have been
a sudden catastrophe or dramatic new discovery, with his peculiar
condition significant in some way. Whatever the event was, it
must have been a major one to justify what had happened. His
own role, too, he realised with a mixture of sneaking pride and
lurking panic, must also be major.
*
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Abruptly, the transporter ti lted forwards and side-to-side
movements began again. Eden recovered from her apparent
paralysis, and moved to Jonte's side.
"I think we're about to land," she said. "When we do, keep
behind me if you can, and I'll try to find a way to get you
hidden."
Jonte didn't think there was any chance of that happening.
"Where do you think we are?" he asked.
"We've been just over three hours," Eden replied. "Not the
Americas or China, then. Perhaps Africa; or the Mid-East; or still
in the Union in the north or east."
The transporter began to level off; there was a sharp bump;
the engine noise, together with the vibrations, stopped. At once
the transporter began to moving again, as if being driven down a
ramp. Jonte concluded that they had left the helicopter. After a
short period of smooth motion, they once again began to travel
over rough ground. Jonte saw Eden's eyes search the interior as
if looking for a window or crack; but of course there could be no
gap in the shielding. To know where they were they would have
to wait until they arrived, though that place would have to be
fully shielded too − that is, if whoever they were wanted Jonte
alive and well.
< 7 >
At last they came to a halt. Eden moved to the rear door and
signalled that Jonte should stand behind her. When the door
opened, Jonte saw at once that he had been right about their
destination. The transporter was inside a large, windowless,
dome-shaped hanger, the only lighting provided by suspended
neon strips. Three men faced them, one carrying a hand-gun of
some kind, another a large reel of adhesive tape. The third
silently beckoned Eden. It was possible they had not yet noticed
Jonte behind her.
Shouting "Run and hide…now!" Eden launched herself at the
man with the gun. She did not even reach the ground before
being struck by what turned out to be a taser. Jonte stood still at
the open door of the transporter, and looked down at the men. All
three had metallic grey European faces, close-cropped metallic
copper hair and were wearing nondescript over-suits without
identity panels or other markings.
The third man silently signalled to Jonte to leave the
transporter, pointing first to the man with the taser and then the
crumpled figure of Eden on the ground. The message was clear
enough. Jonte lowered himself from the rear of the transporter
and turned to take a better look at where he had arrived. He was
virtually certain that no immediate harm would come to him −not, at least, from the three in the welcoming party − given the
trouble taken to get him there.
He was only partly right. His hands were quickly taped behind
his back, a loop placed round his neck, and another strip attached
to it l ike a dog-lead. Two of the men then led him to a doorway at
the other side of the hanger, while the third, Jonte could just see,
was taping Eden's arms to her side and hobbling her legs at the
ankle.
Jonte and his escort reached the door, which one of them
opened. The other went though, pulling Jonte after him.
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*
As he quickly looked around, Jonte's first impression was that the
room they had entered was vaguely familiar: rather like the
medical centre to which he had been taken some years before.
After a moment's thought, however, Jonte realised that this was
bound to be the case. If Eden had not been entirely deceitful,
both the authority she belonged to and its competitors wanted
him in order to carry out some kind of medical research.
< 8 >
Still without saying a word, the third man led Jonte through
an archway into a weakly-lit passage, turned to another door,
opened it, and signalled that Jonte should go through. He did so;
and at once his lead was slipped, the tapes round his neck and
hands swiftly cut, and the door closed behind him. He hardly
needed to confirm that it was also locked.
Looking round, Jonte saw that the room was much like his
study/bedroom at the shelter − but of superior quality. Besides a
bed and washing area there was a comfortable-looking easy chair
and a low table; and one wall was almost entirely taken up with a
video screen, almost as large as the ones in the shelter
classrooms. A recess held a water spigot and a glass, besides a
bowl of the specially-grown, unmodified fruit which Jonte had
until now only experienced as special treat. This was not, Jonte
realized, a randomly-chosen prison cell. It had been prepared −
and that must have been some time in advance − for just him.
How did such long-term planning fit in with the abrupt move
to get him away from the shelter, and his guess that people were
after him as a result of some unexpected event?
*
The next few hours brought no answers. Nor did the next few
days. One of his three captors would silently bring his meals at
appropriate times. At first, he had expected that the large screenwould quickly provide him with information; but when he
switched it on all he received were instruction videos in his own
language, hardly different from those he would have been seeing
back in class. Once, he had been told, it had been possible to
access many hundreds of channels, sounds and pictures too, sent
out from anywhere in the world and without cable connections.
The radiation had ended that. Communications were now quite
difficult − almost, he had heard, at the level of the telegraph
systems existing two or three hundred years before.
Remembering what he had learned on the journey, he
expected at any moment to be taken for medical examination.
Nothing happened. As the days passed he began to feel in need
of some different surroundings, and also some company apartfrom the three silent men. What, he wondered, had happened to
Eden?
< 9 >
This started as a casual thought. Bit by bit, though, it grew
into something more: a question to which he really wanted to
know the answer, and then a plan of action. Instead of spending
day after day in one room, following school courses for anything
better to do, he would get out somehow and find the
psychologist. She would be able to go out into the open, and find
out exactly where they were. Then they could work out how to
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get home.
The best way to escape, Jonte thought, was to make sure that
the door could be unlocked after he had been brought a meal. He
knew a trick with a piece of cloth and a fork or knife which
worked on the simple locks on cupboard and bathroom doors in
the shelter. Fortunately the lock to his present room was virtually
identical.
He decided to try out his plan on the next day as soon as
breakfast had been delivered − the trick was to insert the cloth
before the door was fully closed. Nobody would be coming again
until lunchtime.
*
Jonte looked through the archway; and then back down the
passage in the other direction. It led to a dead-end. However,
opposite his own room, from which he had escaped without
difficulty was a second door of much the same type. Jonte tried
the handle, but it was locked. If he was not going to be trapped,
he would have to risk the medical centre.
Then he heard a sound coming from behind the door. He put
his eye to the keyhole and pulled back in surprise: a silver eye
was about to look through from the other side. A quiet voicesaid: "Jonte, is that you?" Then "yes, I can see it is."
He had found Eden at the first attempt!
"Are you all right? Can you get me out?" Eden went on.
"I'm OK," Jonte replied. "But I don't think I can open the
door." Then, after a pause, he realized he needed the answers to
some questions of his own.
< 10 >
"Do you know where we are?" he whispered. "And why are
they keeping us locked up? I thought you said they were going todo tests on me; but all I've had so far is school work."
"Listen," said Eden rapidly, "this is important. We're in the
Ukraine. They let me have some medical things with writing on
the packaging. So we're still in the Union. They seem to be using
you as a hostage to get whatever it is they want, and I'm
supposed to contact the authorities and put terms to them."
"What should I do?" Jonte asked.
There was a pause before Eden replied. "I think the best
thing," she eventually said, "is for you not to do anything rash.
I'm going to agree to get in touch with council headquarters; and
if I can let them know roughly where we are they may be able to
send a rescue team."
To Jonte, this did not seem very heroic. His first thought had
been somehow to steal a transporter and find help − admitted,
he had no idea how to drive; wouldn't, in any case, be able to sit
in an un-shuttered driving cab; and didn't speak a word of
Ukrainian. Then a second thought came to him: he had only a
few hours either to hide or escape, because the man coming to
deliver his lunch and take away his breakfast tray would discover
that he wasn't there. He could, or course, go back. But what
would happen when they found the door unlocked?
*
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Jonte cautiously slipped through the arch into the medical
examination room. Opposite was the door leading to the domed
hangar. At either end of the room were two more doors, both
shut, but with glass panels to see through. In the room itself
were various pieces of equipment, some display screens and
terminals together with a couch and racks of bottles, boxes and
small instruments.
Jonte decided to see what was beyond the doors with the
glass panels. He tiptoed to the one on the left and looked
through; then immediately retreated in alarm. Beyond the doorhe had seen what seemed to be a small conference or dining
room, and had caught a glimpse of about ten people sitting round
an oblong table. That was not the main reason he had run back,
however. The room had been lit, not by the artificial lighting he
was used to, but by direct sunlight coming through an
un-shuttered window.
< 11 >
He crept to the door on the right. Beyond was another
passage leading to a further door. The passage was lit by
low-power bulb; but the light coming from under the far door was
too bright to be artificial. There was no way out for him there.
That left the hangar, and the possibility of, perhaps, stowing
away in a shielded transporter. This time, his luck was in: beyond
the hangar door it was pitch dark. There was still time before
lunch, he calculated, to talk again with Eden, and perhaps work
out some joint plan. If it hadn't been for the fact they would find
him missing at lunch-time he could even have told her how to get
out when her own meal was delivered.
Then a solution occurred to him. He went back through the
arch and tapped on Eden's door.
*
Once again in his own room, Jonte sat with a dry mouth and thesound of his heartbeat loud in his head. The odds, he told
himself, were mathematically 50:50. But his instincts told him
they were probably better: they would serve Eden first. As the
usual time for lunch approached. Jonte put his ear to the door.
The sound of footsteps drew near and at first appeared to stop
just outside. Had he lost the gamble? But then Jonte heard the
key turning in the door opposite. If Eden could carry out the trick
with the cloth and a knife, they would have a few minutes to get
home free.
The footsteps receded down the corridor. There was a click.
Jonte opened his door and stepped into the corridor to see Eden
there on the other side. Rapidly he led through the arch and
across the still deserted examination room to the door leading tothe hangar.
Then it all began to go wrong. Jonte confidently pushed the
door wide open; but, instead of darkness, bright light from the
suspended neon strips illuminated the entire hangar. Beside the
parked transporter a group of men were sitting on a bench,
eating. Worse: in probably less than a minute the man with
Jonte's lunch would appear. Going back to their own rooms would
involve explaining why they were unlocked. They had only
seconds to take the remaining option: the door to the second
corridor.
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< 12 >
They listened as footsteps delivered Jonte's lunch, discovered
that he was not in his room and ran back to report. There was a
rush of other footsteps, and a short while later a loud shout, as −
presumably − Eden was also found to be missing. They probably
had only a minute or two before someone thought to look where
they were hiding.
"I suppose you'd better get out," Jonte said miserably."There's nowhere I can go now except back to my room. Do you
think they'd believe me if I said I'd been hiding under the bed?"
"No," Eden said. "Not when I'm missing too." Then: "besides,
you must come with me. I can contact the Council office in Kiev,
and they should be able to locate us before we're caught."
Jonte looked at Eden in disbelief. As soon as there was no
shielding from the sun's radiation he would quickly fall ill, and
probably die within days. Wasn't that what all this was about?
"But, Eden, you know I can't!" he cried out
All Eden replied, though, was: "Trust me". Turning, she
grasped the lever-handle of the door at the corridor's end;pushed it down; and pulled the door open. Raw sunlight poured
in. He threw his arms over his eyes and sank to the floor. Was
Eden trying to kill him?
The psychologist seemed unruffled. She bent down, put her
hands under Jonte's shoulders and lifted him to his feet.
"Here, swallow these," she said, handing Jonte three pink,
oval pills. "They'll keep you safe for a time. I'm afraid I've no
water, so you'll just have to get them down without." After nearly
choking on the first, Jonte managed to swallow all three.
"Now keep your arms over your eyes," Eden said, steering
him through the open door. "In a while, though, you'll be able to
take them away"
Jonte staggered forward into what he knew must be the
outside. He could feel the heat of what must be direct sunlight on
his head and hands, and waited for the expected harmful effects
to strike. How long before he burned up, or fell unconscious; or
died?
< 13 >
"Try to keep moving as fast as possible," Eden said, pulling
him along by one arm. "We're going to turn right. Then we need
to get over a fence, and make for some trees. See if you can look
directly now."
Jonte risked opening his eyes and glancing between his arms.
They were on a path beside the wall of a building, the corner of
which they immediately rounded. Ahead was the promised wire
fence − fortunately a low one − and beyond a strip of silver field
and then some woodland, which sparkled in metallic greens and
polished copper as the leaves moved in the breeze. It looked very
much like the countryside round the shelter which he had seen
through the screens.
By the time they reached the fence Jonte risked lowering his
arms completely, and was able to get over without difficulty. Eden
still held on to him as they ran across the field, but let go as soon
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as they reached the cover of the trees. They kept going for some
minutes to get completely out of sight, then stopped for a rest.
Eden said: "It's time I told you the truth."
*
"I'm sure you've been taught about the environmental crisis of
the mid-twenty-first century," said Eden: "the floods, the storms
and so on. But the worst, of course, was what no-one had
predicted: the rise in solar radiation. At first they thought it
would be enough to build huge shelters, or go underground; but
that didn't deal with the dying of the forests, the grass, the
animals − in fact practically the whole of the natural
environment."
"I've often wondered," Jonte broke in "what would have
happened if they hadn't made the changes."
"We would have become extinct," Eden replied shortly. "It's
been calculated that nothing would have survived much above
the level of bacteria."
Both remained silent for a moment. Jonte hadn't realized
until then how enormous a problem the people then had faced.
"Fortunately", Eden went on, "the science of biotechnology
was making great progress at the time; and you know what was
done. In a single generation, not just human beings, but plants
and animals too, were genetically engineered to live with the
higher radiation. It worked for most species − though not all" she
added, more to herself than to Jonte. "Actually, we probably lost
more than half the biosphere."
< 14 >
They had reached the crucial question.
"Why hasn't it work for me?" Jonte asked.
Eden paused again for several seconds before replying. "We
don't know," she eventually said.
"Perhaps you've wondered, Jonte," she went on, "why
everyday things we use like video-screens and transporters are
much the same as those you read about in history books? They're
not. They're worse, a lot worse. The Great Crisis caused huge
disruption, and resources had to be put into saving our and other
species. Did you know men were about to build a settlement on
the moon then, and even travel to the planet Mars? That had to
be abandoned. So did practically every other attempt at progress
in science or technology."
"And now, it seems", Eden concluded with a trace of
bitterness, "we've gone backwards. We can recreate the originalvegetation and most animals from seeds and zoos. But we can't
sequence the human genome any more, let alone change it!"
"Why do you need to?" said Jonte.
"Why do you think I let you come out here in the open?" Eden
responded. "Why do you think every science centre in the world
wants you? It's been kept from you in case you tried to leave the
shelter."
"Because the radiation is dropping, of course; in fact has
dropped so suddenly and so fast that it may soon be back to
where it was before the Crisis. In that case, we'll all be freaks,
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hopelessly unsuited to the environment. That is, all except you,
Jonte − you and your DNA."
*
Jonte found the walking among the trees an amazing experience.
Though he had of course seen scenes like it on the screens, they
were nothing compared to the reality. He could hear birds calling
from among the branches, and even saw a couple, their
varicoloured metallic wings catching the sunlight that filtered
down. If it was really safe for him now, he thought he wouldn't
mind staying outside.
< 15 >
After no more than ten minutes' walk, however, they came to
the other edge of the woodland. Looking out, Jonte saw a
complex of single-storey buildings on the other side of a sloping
field, with more trees beyond. Several small transporters were
parked along access roads, and every now and again someone
emerged from one of the buildings to cross over into another.
"I need to find a terminal quickly and contact Kiev," Eden told
Jonte. "You stay here and wait. It shouldn't take long if I can
make them understand. Then I'm afraid you'll have to get backinto a shelter: even with the radiation lower and the pills, you
shouldn't be outside for more than an hour or so."
Leaving the cover of the trees, she quickly crossed the field
and went to a side entrance to the nearest of the buildings. The
door opened and she disappeared inside.
After about half an hour, Jonte began to get anxious. Even
with the language problem, it couldn't take that long to get the
use of a terminal; and then, surely, she would come back or at
least signal him to join her? After an hour his anxiety had grown
considerably. He began to wonder what he should do: stay where
he was as Eden had said, or go down and find her?
Another half an hour passed. The sun he had feared so much
was falling below the horizon − a sight he watched, for the first
time, in some awe − and it was beginning to get both colder and
darker. Artificial l ights began to come on in some of the buildings
below. He had already been outside more than double the time
that Eden had said was safe.
Crouching down where he could behind tussocks of silvery
grass, now turning black in the dusk, he made his way cautiously
over the field to the nearest building. The side door was
half-open, with light coming from inside, and Jonte flattened
himself against the wall next to it to listen. He heard nothing.
Leaving the wall, he pulled the door fully open, and went inside.
A man was standing only a few feet away.
< 16 >
"Welcome back," said the Principal.
*
In the Principal's study, Jonte sat looking out of the now only
half-shuttered window. He had been out there only a few minutes
before, looking down at the shelter without recognizing it; but, of
course, he had never seen it from the outside before. The
Principal, on the other hand, had been able to see him coming
without difficulty − and, of course, Eden coming before him.
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"You have caused a lot of trouble," the Principal said. "And
that psychologist has been criminally irresponsible. We shall have
to give you a thorough medical examination as soon as possible."
"Is Eden all right?" asked Jonte.
"As well as can be expected," replied the Principal curtly.
"And what's going on? Why all this?" Jonte continued.
The Principal's silver-grey hands, which had been lying
twitching on the desk in front of him, became even moreagitated.
"Do you think I was going to allow those people down there to
take all the credit?" he said, as much to the room as to Jonte.
"When it's me, my team here, who have brought you up,
provided your special food, studied you, done all the basic
research? I suppose you know now what the situation is. We're
about to save the human race − and they want to close us
down!"
The Principal hands sank back to desk and he appeared to
calm down.
"You're bright," he resumed. "No doubt you've worked out by
now what happened".
Jonte had. The long journey in the transporter and the
helicopter had been intended to convince him that they had
taken him somewhere far away, whereas it had merely circled
back to where they had started. But why?
Then the answer came to him. He wasn't the one who needed
to be deceived. The long journey had been for Eden's benefit.
Once she was convinced they were in the Ukraine, she would get
a message through asking for help. No-one would guess that he,
Jonte, was back near the shelter.
< 17 >
Jonte said what he had deduced.
"Nearly," the Principal replied. "Actually there was no
helicopter. We couldn't have got hold of one anyway. But we did
find an old training machine that would simulate being in one;
that and a noisy engine." For the first time Jonte could
remember, the Principal smiled.
"So now, while the authorities are scouring the Ukraine −
yes, we arranged for your psychologist friend to get off a
message before she guessed where she was − I shall be left in
peace to complete the project," he said. "If we could only get the
equipment, it would be a matter of just months."
"What if you can't?" said Jonte.
This time the Principal did not reply. Instead he pressed a
button on his desk, and one of the school assistants, a woman
whom Jonte recognized, came into the study.
"I think it would be best if you went back to your old room
now," the Principal said. "Hanna here will take you."
It was not until he had been lying in his bed for about an hour
than Jonte began to feel sick.
*
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He knew immediately that he was back in the medical centre
from the smell. Looking round, he recognized the room from
which he and Eden had escaped, it seemed to him, only hours
before. The room was now full of people: three doctors whom he
recognized, two of the men who had served him meals, two
nurses….he looked for Eden, but she was not there. He found
that was loosely tied down to the couch and that a tube was
feeding something into his right arm.
Jonte remembered waking up in the night with a bad
headache, and then throwing up violently while trying to reachthe washbasin. He had then slept badly and been sick twice more
before the normal waking time. He had tried to get up, but had
felt disorientated and weak. The last he remembered after that
was falling backwards as he pulled open the study/bedroom door.
< 18 >
The doctors, together at one end of the room, were arguing.
One of the nurses noticed that Jonte was awake and quickly came
to the side of the couch.
"How do you feel?" she said to Jonte; and then to the doctors:
"He's round at last."
Jonte felt terrible, but said feebly: "OK, I think. What
happened?"
"You passed out," one of the doctors replied, checking Jonte's
pulse and smiling. "Don't worry; you probably ate something that
doesn't agree with you. You'll be all right."
The other two doctors, however, were not smiling. One looked
very angry.
"Wouldn't it be better to face the truth, Komar?" the angry
one said, his voice loud enough for Jonte to hear clearly. "Good
God, this is radiation sickness! No-one's treated a case like this
for more than a century. Have you any idea what to do?"
"The first thing is for you to be quiet!" the first doctor replied
in a harsh whisper. "We can handle this if we keep our heads."
The third doctor gave a discordant laugh. "If we can't, we'll
certainly lose them," he added.
"Let's discuss this outside," the first doctor responded; and all
three went through into the meeting room.
Jonte had heard enough to know that he was in very bad
trouble. For his whole life i t had been drummed into him that
going outside could prove fatal, and he had always taken care
never even to go into a room unless the windows were heavily
shuttered. Until the day before. Why had Eden done it? Why had
he believed her? To his shame, he found himself beginning to cry.
*
Jonte was not sure how long it was before open dispute broke
out. He still felt sick and weak, and remained tied down. Doctors
and nurses came and went, and from time to time angry shouting
came from the meeting room. Suddenly there was a commotion
in the passage from which he had left the building, and one of
the doctors and a nurse were violently pushed back into the
room. Following them were the two men who had been there
earlier; and following them, the Principal.
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< 19 >
"I'm taking over here," the Principal announced. "There will
be no question of calling in any outside help."
The doctor − the one who had laughed − got up from the
floor.
"And what will you tell them when Jonte dies?" he asked the
Principal.
"Jonte will not die," the Principal replied. "Dr. Komar assures
me he can handle it."
"If Dr. Komar told you that," the other said, "he's a bigger fool
than I thought."
So that's it, Jonte said to himself. Everything about being
special and being able to help save humanity is fantasy. Between
them, the Principal and Eden have condemned me to death.
He felt a new rush of tears coming.
And then chaos broke out. There was a loud explosion behind
the door leading to the hangar, some gunfire, and an amplified
voice demanding that arms be laid down. Simultaneously thedoor to the meeting room burst open, and the angry doctor,
accompanied by two orderlies, came in.
Behind them came Eden. Her silver-grey face was no longer
puffy, but gaunt and streaked with dirt, and her bronze hair was
dishevelled. At the same time she seemed somehow younger and
more forceful. She went up to the Principal.
"You are despicable!" she told him. "How did you think you
could get away with keeping Jonte to yourself? You've got no
equipment and no proper staff here. You could have damned us
all. Fortunately this doctor had the good sense to let me contact
the authorities."
She turned to Jonte. "How are you doing?" she asked.
Jonte looked at her through his tears. "I'm going to die," he
said. "Because you took me outside".
The room suddenly filled with more people: military personnel
in helmets, a number of those whom he had first seen in the
Principal's study before the journey. Everything seemed to have
turned out well…except that he was dying.
< 20 >
"Nonsense," said Eden. "You'll be perfectly all right once the
effect of the pills wears off. I'm sorry you had to go through all
this; but it was our insurance."
"Which worked just as well here as it would have in the
Ukraine," she added, turning to the Principal. "Even better, in
fact. − your people have no idea what radiation sickness is
actually like, do they?"
"On this occasion," she added, with an apologetic half-smile in
the direction of the doctor who had come with her, "Dr. Komar's
diagnosis was quite correct."
*
Jonte was extremely surprised to find that he would be staying in
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the shelter for at least a time. Eden − who appeared to be a
great deal more important than mere chief psychologist at the
Regional Institute for Human Research − explained that an inter-
regional agreement had been reached to provide samples of his
DNA to every research centre working on the retro problem. It
wouldn't hurt at all: as little as a hair or a swab of saliva from
him would do.
Meanwhile it would probably be better for him to continue his
education where he was, where his special needs could be met
and among people he knew. The Principal and a number of otherswould be gone; but the teachers and, of course, his
contemporaries, had not been involved.
Jonte felt a little let down. And then the thought came to him
that at least he would be able to get outside with the others at
playtime. He wouldn't need to watch every game through the
screens any more. Was it possible he might even be able to join
in…?
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