marveled at the city they had built—one of thousands that covered almost every inch of the globe. They were meticulously planned. Unlike the cities of the old world he had grown up on, these metropolises blended nature with steel and glass in a canvas of art and function.
From his 147th floor apartment, Ares looked down at the green and brown forests, fields, and gardens that covered the tops of the buildings. Below the tops, catwalks connected the buildings like a spider web. People and pods moved across the catwalks, like a colony of insects snaking through a maze of metal and glass that twinkled, every light regulated to optimize beauty and function. Massive greenhouses topped some buildings, the lush plant life illuminated by the grow lights and city lights at night.
How could a civilization so advanced be so flawed—all the way down to its very core?
Across the city, explosions erupted. Catwalks shook and fell. Buildings crumbled.
Entire swaths were bathed in flame and smoke spread across, blotting out the canvas of light, glass, and steel.
The door behind Ares opened. “Blasts in sectors four and six, General.”
Ares dressed quickly and marched at the head of his newly formed army. He stopped just shy of the battle zone. Another blast went up, and a wave of screams and fleeing citizens coursed toward them.
The soldier beside Ares cleared his throat and spoke quietly. “Should we begin, sir?”
“No. Let it go for a while. Let’s show the world the type of people we’re fighting.”
CHAPTER 39
Kate was sore and drenched with sweat when she woke up, but the worst hurt wasn’t from her body. Every movement was a struggle, as if her body were made of lead. She dragged herself out of bed and pulled her clothes on.
Outside her room, the mood among the others wasn’t much different. For the first time since she had met him, Kate saw true sadness in Milo. He stared constantly at the floor. Paul and Mary seemed overwhelmed, much the way they had been after their desperate run up the mountain in Morocco, when they had first seen the Alpha Lander a few days ago.
Seeing the three of them actually changed Kate, steeled her. They needed her. She needed to be strong for them, and knowing that gave her a new sense of strength.
“This isn’t over,” she began. “I have a plan.”
“You do?” Paul asked, probably not intending to sound so surprised.
“I do.” Kate led them out of the common area into the ship’s bridge. She activated the screen and panned the image to the view outside: the ruins of a burned out city. “I said before that we can’t go outside. I saw this world in one of the Atlantean scientist’s memories. She landed here—in this ship, and then ventured out. I think she was killed here by some group that guarded the planet. She could have been resurrected. That could be one of the reasons Janus erased the memory, and possibly why viewing it made me…”
“Sick,” Milo said, fear in his voice. “You can’t, Dr. Kate.”
“I have to.” Kate adjusted the screen to show the atmosphere where the beacon had entered, the streak of white the only remaining evidence. “With the beacon gone, we are trapped here. That’s the bad news. But we have a few options. This lander’s communications array is still intact. And it’s still fully operational—we can lift off and get into orbit.”
“How far can we travel?” Paul asked.
“Not far, unfortunately. The lander has no ability to generate a wormhole, no hyperspace travel ability. But we could send a communication—try to get help. With the beacon gone, this world is exposed.”
“And apparently well-guarded,” Paul said. “At least in the past.”
“Exactly,” Kate said. “And that’s where I’m going to start. There’s an adaptive research lab on this ship, just like the Alpha Lander. I used the portable data core to retrieve all the memories Janus wanted to keep from his partner. I’m going to look for any clues as to what this world is, who’s guarding it, and how we might be able to get help.” She motioned to Paul and Mary. “I’ve programmed these terminals to teach you the Atlantean systems. It won’t take you long to learn—David and Milo got up to speed in less than a few days.” That hadn’t come out the way Kate intended, but she pressed on. “When you can work the ship, I want you to start comparing the two signals—the one Mary received on Earth and the one from the Serpentine battlefield. That’s our other hope: figuring out what it is.”
“What about me?” Milo asked.
“You’re going to help me. You’ll monitor my vitals while I’m in the resurrection chamber. If anything goes wrong, you’re to get Paul and help him navigate the ship’s medical systems.”
Milo shook his head. “I don’t like this. David wouldn’t like this.”
“David and I talked right before… we came here. After seeing the Serpentine battlefield, he realized our situation was dire, that we had to take chances to have any hope. This is one of the chances. The other is the signal. This is our plan.”
Kate led Milo out of the bridge, and although the teenager didn’t protest further, she could tell he dreaded what might result from Kate’s trip into the giant yellow vat similar to the one he and David had found her in several days ago. Putting on a brave face had prepared Kate for entering the vat once again, but once inside, standing in the virtual train station, staring at the board that was now full with a complete listing of all the Atlantean scientist’s memories, fear started to set in. What would happen inside the memories? What would it do to her outside? She had no choice.
She selected the first memory, the earliest entry Janus had deleted, and loaded it.
The train station disappeared, and she stood in a science lab. Janus stood before her, talking excitedly and pointing to a projection of a world on the wall. The wall of windows on her left revealed a vast city, twinkling in the night. A network of catwalks connected the buildings, and the city teemed with life. Momentarily, Kate was captivated by it, but the feeling faded quickly. In its place, comprehension rose. She instinctively knew where she was: the new Atlantean homeworld. She knew things about herself. Her job. Her desires. This memory was different. In the others, Kate had possessed some control over her thoughts, though the actions were those of the scientist. Not so here.
Here she had complete access to the Atlantean scientist’s thoughts, and they joined her own, crowding them out. Kate was gone, simply a spectator, seeing, feeling, and reliving the Atlantean scientist’s past. The woman’s name was Isis, and her life began unfolding, out of Kate’s control. Kate’s last thought was wondering what would happen to her when Isis died in the memory, as Kate knew she had on Earth thirteen thousand years ago.
Janus clicked through the images of the worlds again. “All these worlds hold hominid life.”
“Or did,” Isis shot back.
“True, these surveys are as old as the exodus, but assuming there haven’t been any population collapses, these worlds still hold human life. In fact, some could have grown into advanced civilizations or even evolved in ways we can’t imagine. Think about it. For an evolutionary geneticist, this is the opportunity of a lifetime.”
Janus paused for effect. “There’s no one I would rather have by my side, Isis.”
She turned from him and faced the window that looked out onto the city. “I appreciate that, Janus. And it’s an incredible opportunity, but it’s hard for me to trek off into space when our world is in this kind of shape.”
“I know your feelings on the labor debate.”
“The equality debate,” Isis corrected.
“Quite right,” Janus said, nodding. “The equality debate,” he said, repeating the mantra of the labor supporters, the words he and the other pro-intellectuals never uttered in private.
When Isis said nothing, he pressed on. “The equality debate will work itself out with or without us. We can make history, advance the Atlantean cause. We’re calling it the Origin Project.”
“It’ll never get past the Serpentine Restrictions.”
“That may change.”
“What have you heard?”
“Just rumors but there’s talk of relaxing the restrictions to resolve the labor revolt.” He quickly corrected himself. “Equality debate.”
“Interesting.”
“All the pieces are in place, Isis. We’re already retrofitting the survey fleet.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am. I know the ships are old—”
“And they haven’t been used since they mapped the new sentinel line just after the exodus.”
“They’ll do just fine. We’ve tested them. And in time, we could build new ones.”
Isis shook her head, still uncertain.
“Can we talk tomorrow, afte