Nobody would blame her for that, if she were real. She’d be scared, and alone, and she’d take any way out. But I should be better than that. I should be fighting. I hate that for an instant, I was more Alexis than Sofia.
He shakes his head. “No tricks. We have no quarrel with you. We can even promise you that the boy will not be harmed. He’s just the next rung on this ladder, and we’ll get to him one way or another. Work with us and you’ll both survive.”
The next rung on the ladder to the Knave. My heart pounds in my ears, so loud I can barely think. LaRoux Industries’ security thugs can have the Knave—all the better, as far as I’m concerned. Let them destroy each other. All I want is the man at the top. I lick my lips with a dry tongue, trying to buy myself even a couple more seconds to think.
Beyond the man, I can see the camera’s LED. It flashes twice as I look at it. Then three times in rapid succession. Then five. Seven. Eleven. Thirteen…
Prime numbers.
I swallow down a sob of relief and try to make it sound like capitulation. “Okay,” I gasp. “Okay, I’ll tell you how to find him.” All eyes turn toward me—the perfect distraction. Please, Gideon. Please let that be you. Tell me it’s a signal, that you got my message, that you understood, because I’m running out of lies to give them.
All I need is just one more.
The man has some of us moved, and he uses a ship traveling through the stillness to do it, and for an instant we’re so close to home we can feel the others just a whisper away.
The world is opened to us just enough for us to reach out and discover that this place, unlike the place where the first thin spot appeared, has many others like the man with the blue eyes. It is the perfect place to learn. To understand. To decide whether their existence is worth knowing or if they should be condemned to darkness.
We find a little girl in the slums, and from her we discover dreams. She dreams of beautiful things, and in the way of children, she is not afraid of us. She calls us friend. We show her the ocean she longs to see. She lets us ride through her dreams the way we let ships ride through the stillness faster than light.
All around her on this world is darkness and pain, but in her dreams is beauty. She is worth watching. Worth learning. But then one day she’s gone, and we’re alone.
IT’S INCREDIBLY CRAMPED IN THE air vents. I can’t even crawl on my hands and knees—I’m forced to wriggle along using my elbows, which slows me down and means I have to calculate every move before I make it. It’s pitch-black as well—if I hadn’t thought to grab my night-eyes on the way out, I’d be screwed right now. Pulled down, the goggles cast everything in an eerie green tint that overlays my fear with a momentary spark of anticipation. Sensory memory is a powerful thing, and usually when the world looks green like this, I’m hip-deep in some kind of crime. This is the kind of place where I cut my teeth—and filled my bank account. This is how I created the Knave, working every hour of the day to learn what I needed to find LaRoux’s secrets.
The most valuable servers are kept completely isolated from the outside, no hypernet connection to send my electronic spies down. The only way to access them is to physically break in and attach my equipment. But on a hack like that I’ve usually got a lot more time, a lot more equipment, and—most importantly—a fully formed plan.
This better work, Dimples. I’ve only got one idea.
I’m close enough now that I can’t whisper commands to my headset to voice-activate it anymore, or I’ll risk being overheard. I huddle in the air vent above the holosuite, fingers silently swiping across my lapscreen. I’ve got my backpack pulled around to my front, my equipment tucked in against my chest to make more room for crawling through these too-small tunnels.
Though they could hear me if I talked, I let their voices fade away as I steady my breath and focus completely on the screen in front of me, firing up the windows I’ll need. Then, a shouted curse—a man’s voice below me yanks my attention back from the place it always goes when I’m working.
“It’s true.” Alexis is sobbing, head bowed. “I promise it’s true.”
“You had your shot, sweetheart.” The man sounds pissed now, his earlier calm vanished. “If you’re going to tell us stories, we’ll do it the other way.”
“But there was a hoverbike, I got the license plate, why won’t you listen to me?” She’s scrambling, voice high and raw, and I have a feeling that note in her voice is real desperation. The way the lights are directed, I can’t see much through the security feed. Instead I inch along until I’m over a vent opening and can peer through the grille to see if I can pull this off. They’ve got lights aimed at Alexis—and at the cameras, no wonder I couldn’t see—but that’s not what makes my heart start trying to hammer its way out through my chest. They’re powering up the rift, and while I still haven’t seen firsthand what that thing can do, Alexis has. And it was enough to make her go white with terror.