Across the Universe
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“You should be careful. If Eldest finds out you gave Victria a Sol-Earth book... You’re a Recorder. You know the Sol-Earth books aren’t supposed to leave the Recorder Hall and aren’t meant to be seen by Feeders.” I try to peer over his shoulder to see what he’s reading. “What is that?”
Orion holds the floppy out to me, and I see a line drawing of a winged man with three faces. “It’s a story about hell. The bottom layer’s all ice.”
I’m not looking at the floppy anymore—I’m looking at Orion.
“Oh—access?” he says. “Don’t worry. I have access.”
Something about the casual way he speaks of access makes me pause. “What do you know?” I ask, my voice low so the others in the common room can’t hear. Orion’s the one who showed me the blueprints that led me to Amy. Now he’s talking about hellish ice.
Orion stands. Too close. I take a step back, but he leans in next to my face. “What do you know?” he asks. “Do you know you have a friend in me?”
49
AMY
WHEN I GET TO MY ROOM, THE FIRST THING I DO IS PUNCH the button that operates the blind over the window. The room dims. Good. I want darkness.
Someone knocks on my door.
I ignore it. Who on this ship would I want to talk with?
“Amy?” Harley says. “I saw you come in. I wanted to check on you.”
“I’m fine,” I call through the door.
“No, you’re not. Open the door.”
“No.”
“Doc has the master code. I’ll go get him if I need to.”
I jump up and press the button to open the door. The doctor is the last one I ever want to see.
Harley steps inside and surveys the room.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. I just thought... someone would be in here with you.”
I snort. “Who?”
Harley steps over to the desk and sits in the chair. “I thought Elder might be here.”
“Why would he come to see me?” I sit on the bed.
“Because he likes you.”
I stare at Harley, but I see no sign that he’s not sincere. “I don’t think anyone here likes anyone else.” Not like that, anyway.
“Why do you say that?” He looks truly surprised.
“Didn’t you see those men yesterday? That wasn’t ‘like’! That was—ugh! And just now—” I stop. I don’t want to talk about Filomina.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Harley says, and I know he means it. “But the Season is over now. It won’t happen again.” I can hear the threat in his voice. I hope I’m there when he sees Luthe again. “But what happened today?” he adds. “Where were you?”
“On the second floor.” Harley waits for me to go on. “The women there—”
“Oh!” Harley smiles. “The Feeder women! They were here for their examinations.”
“They were creepy.”
“Oh, no, they’re normal.” I shudder at his choice of words.
“They were not normal,” I spit out. “That is not the way normal people act. People are not mindless drones!”
Harley shakes his head. “You’re only saying that because you’ve been in the Ward since you were unfrozen. We’re the ones who aren’t normal. People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It’s us—who can’t focus, who can’t work together, who can’t do the Feeder or Shipper jobs—we’re the ones who aren’t normal. We’re the ones who have to take the mental meds just so we don’t go loons.”
I stare at him. I don’t know what’s going on, but everything is twisted here. The normal people are “insane,” while the ones who’ve lost any capacity for real thought are “normal.” And the Season ... Luthe’s mocking eyes flash in my memory, and I choke down bile.
“Don’t people around here have emotions?” I ask finally.
“Sure. Take now for instance. Now, I’m hungry. Do you want to go to the cafeteria with me?”
“No, I’m serious. Do you have love, or just the Season?”
Whatever laughter had crinkled Harley’s eyes is dead now. “The Season wasn’t our finest moment, but I wish you would appreciate the fact that I didn’t act like that.”
“And why didn’t you?” I ask, frustrated. “What is it with this ship? Why were some people rutting in the streets, and some not affected at all?”
Harley fiddles with the pencils lying on the desk next to the notebook I got from my daddy’s trunk. “Maybe you don’t know as much as you think you do.”
“Then tell me!”
“I was in love. Once.”
It is the “once” that stops me. Because I was in love once, too. And we’re both talking in the past tense.
“That’s probably why I wasn’t affected by the Season. Why would I want to be with any other woman?” His eyes drift to the peeling painted ivy that swirls around the doorframe. “I painted that for Kayleigh.”
I don’t even dare to breathe. I’m afraid anything—movement, a sound—will silence Harley’s confession.
“It’s been three years. I was a little older than Elder is now. Kayleigh and I ... we matched. We couldn’t have been more different, but we matched. I liked art; she liked machines and mechanical things. Whenever I’d paint, she’d tinker with stuff.”
“What happened?” I ask as Harley grows silent.
“She died.”
The words hang in the air. I want to ask how. But I don’t want to make Harley look any sadder. The rough wool of my clothing feels uncomfortable on my skin. I think about how I found her clothes here, that first night. I remember touching the ivy around the door, tracing the delicate petals, and I can picture a younger Harley painting them for a laughing Kayleigh whose face I cannot see, but who is wearing these clothes.
“She wasn’t meant for a false sun. Kayleigh needed a real sky, like the one you told us about. She felt trapped by the walls of the ship. We all knew we’d land one day—we’d be the generation that would leave this ship and live in the new world.” Harley picks up my bear from the desk and holds it against him, like he’s remembering the feel of Kayleigh. “But she couldn’t wait that long.”
And I know without being told that she killed herself. And I totally understand why.
50
ELDER
I POUND ON AMY’S DOOR HARDER THAN I’D INTENDED TO, MY mind stuck on Orion’s words.
Harley opens the door.
“Where’s Amy?” I push past him into her room.
She’s on her bed. I wonder what the two of them have been talking about. Alone. In her room. On her bed.
“What do you want?” Amy asks, and even though she doesn’t sound impatient, in my mind I wonder whether she’s trying to get rid of me in order to be alone again with Harley.
Harley steps into the bathroom and returns with a glass of water.
“Why are you upset?” I ask.
“It’s nothing.” Amy gulps down the water.
I sit down in the desk chair. Harley sits beside Amy on the bed. I wish I had left the chair open for Harley. “Why would anyone want to kill the frozens?” I ask. Harley and Amy seem surprised by the abruptness of my question, but I’ve had enough beating around the bush with Orion. “Two are dead now. Dead. For no reason at all.”
“What did Eldest say when you found him?” Harley asks.
I leave the question hanging long enough for the two of them to realize there’s something wrong. It’s not like I’m trying to be mysterious. It’s just that I don’t know what to say. That I don’t think I can trust Eldest? Harley’s only ever seen the grandfatherly-kind version of Eldest; to him, Eldest is his wise leader. How am I supposed to tell him that out of everyone on the ship, the one I most suspect of murder is Eldest?
“I think we’ve got to figure out why the frozens are being attacked,” I say finally. “That’s the key; that’s what we need to focus on. Meanwhile, I have an idea.” Taking the floppy from Amy’s desk, I tap in my access and bring up the wi-com locator map. “This is the cryo level,” I say, handing the map to Amy. Our fingers brush together, and I can feel the heat of her touch on my hand long after she moves away.
“What’s this?” Amy points to the glowing blue dot.
“Tap it.”
When she does, a name pops up on the screen. “Eldest/Elder? But you’re here.”
I nod. “That means Eldest is down there. We’ve got the same access to everything, so the computer always labels us alike, remember?”
Amy’s fingers clench, crushing the edge of the floppy.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I say. “But he’s in the lab. The cryo chambers are over here.”
Amy doesn’t look comforted.
“Look.” Harley points as Eldest’s dot moves across the map and disappears.
“What happened?” Amy asks, surprised.
“That’s where the elevator is. He’ll show up on the Feeder Level now. But I thought you’d like to keep this. I set it up to work with your fingerprint when I scanned you in earlier. Then you can watch who’s coming and going.”
“Thank you,” Amy says. “But ... that’s not good enough. We need to be down there. All the time. We should go now.” She stands up, but looks lost. “Right now. If we’re not there to protect them—that’s why people are being murdered! Because we aren’t protecting them!”
“No.” My voice is calm and sure. “People are getting murdered because there’s a murderer.”
Amy opens her mouth, probably to insist on going to the cryo level, but Harley thrusts another cup of water in her hands. I’d been so intent on Amy that I’d not noticed him get up and get water from the bathroom tap. Amy snatches it from his hand.
“Go easy on the water,” I say, thinking about the second water pump Eldest has hidden on the cyro level. Amy chugs the entire glass, though, and when she sets it on the table, her skin’s no longer red-and-white splotchy, and her breathing’s back to normal. Harley hesitantly sits down at the very edge of the bed, ready to leap up and run for more water at a moment’s notice.
“I’ll still keep guard when I can,” Harley tells Amy, a distant look in his eyes. I wonder if he’s only offering so he can be close to the hatch that leads outside to the stars. I wonder how many times he’s opened it, just so he can get one more glimpse.
A shadow crosses my mind. Harley was down there all that night. He could have slid open Mr. Kennedy’s tray and let him melt. I can see it in my mind’s eye: Harley standing over a melting man, watching him die. He could have done it.
But why?
Another shadow whispers to me, reminds me of Harley’s dark moods, of the extra meds Doc feeds him, of how he’s probably missed a week’s worth of those meds in all this chaos.