I took a seat at the main console and brought up the security recordings for the last day. The scanner came up clean, showing no attempted break-ins or unauthorized contact with the vans exterior during that time. Shaun, when was the last security sweep?
I ran one remotely while I was waiting for the senators speech to finish.
Good. That means were clean. I leaned over to turn on the exterior cameraswithout them, we were flying blind and would have no way of knowing when help arrivedand froze.
George?
It was Shauns voice, sounding distant and surprised. Hed seen me reach for the switches, and seen me stop; he just hadnt seen why. I didnt answer him. I was too busy staring.
George, whats wrong?
I I began, and stopped, swallowing in an effort to clear the sudden dryness from my mouth. Forcing myself to start again, I said, I think we may have a problem. Raising my right hand, I wrapped numb fingers around the hollow plastic dart projecting from my left biceps and pulled it free, turning to face the other two. Rick paled, seeing the red stain spreading through the fabric of my shirt. Shaun just stared at the dart, looking like he was seeing the end of the world.
In a very real and concrete way, there was an excellent chance that he was.
If you want an easy jobif you want the sort of job where you never have to bury somebody who you care aboutI recommend you pursue a career in whatever strikes your fancy just so long as it isnt the news.
From Another Point of True,
the blog of Richard Cousins, June 20, 2040
Twenty-six
Shaun broke the silence. Please tell me that didnt break the skin, he said, almost pleading. The blood came from something else, right George? Right?
Were going to need a biohazard bag. There was no fear in my voice. Really, there was nothing there at all. I sounded empty, disconnected from everything around me. It was like my body and my voice existed in different universes, tethered by only the thinnest of threads. Get one from the medical kit, put it on the counter, and step away. I dont want either of you touching this. Or me. I didnt want them touching me when there was a risk that I could infect them. I just couldnt say that. If I tried, Id break down, and any chance of containing this would go right out the window.
George
We need a testing kit.
Ricks voice was surprisingly strong, considering the circumstances. Shaun and I turned to face him. He was white-faced and shaking, but his voice was firm. Shaun, I know you dont want to hear this, and if you want to hit me later, thats fine, but right now, we need a testing kit.
Storm clouds were gathering in Shauns expression. He knew Rick was right; I could see it in his eyes and in the way he wasnt quite willing to look at me. If he hadnt known, he wouldnt have cared that Rick was calling for a blood test. But because he did, it was the last thing in the world he wanted. Well. Maybe not the last thing. Then again, it was starting to look like the last thing had already happened.
Hes right, Shaun. I placed the dart on the counter next to my keyboard. It was so small. How could something so small be the end of the world? I barely noticed when it hit me. I never thought it was possible to overlook your own death, but apparently it is. Dont just grab a field box. Get the real kit. If were going to do this, were going to do it right. The XH-237 has never had a false result; its one hundred percent accurate, as far as anyone can tell.
Shaun would never believe anything else. He was staring at me in open disbelief. He was denying this as hard as he could. So why wasnt I? Georgia he began.
If Im overreacting, Ill buy a new one with my birthday money, I said, sagging backward in my chair. Rick?
Ill get it, Georgia, he said, starting for the medical supplies.
I closed my eyes. Im not overreacting.
Almost too quiet for me to hear, Shaun whispered, I know.
I brought the bag, said Rick. I opened my eyes, turning toward his voice. He held up a Kevlar-reinforced biohazard bag. I nodded and he put the bag on the counter, before stepping away. We knew proper protocols. Theyd been drilled into us for our entire lives. Until we knew I was clean, no one touched me and I knew I wasnt clean.
Moving with exaggerated care, so both Shaun and Rick could see me every inch along the way, I reached for the bag and thumbed it open before picking up the dart. Dropping it into the bag, I activated the seal. It was a matter for the CDC now. Its people would break the seal after it was turned over to them, and what happened after that wasnt my concern. I wouldnt be around to see it.
I looked up once the bag was sealed and set aside. Wheres the test kit? It felt like the muscles in my eyes were relaxing. It could be psychosomatic, but I didnt think so. The viral bodies responsible for the perpetual dilation of my pupils were moving on to greener pastures. Like the rest of my body.
Here, said Shaun, holding it up. He stepped closer and knelt in front of me. He was only inches outside the federally defined danger zone for dealing with someone who might be amplifying. I shot him a sharp look, and he shook his head. Dont start.
I wont. I extended my left hand. If he wanted to administer the test himself, he had the right. Maybe it would make him believe the results.
You could be wrong. Youve been wrong before, Shaun said, sliding the testing kit over my hand. I flattened my palm until I felt the tendons stretch, and gave him the nod to clamp down the lid. He did, pinning my fingers in their wide, starfished position.
Im not wrong, I said. Dull pain lanced my hand as the needlesone for each finger, and five more set in a circle at the center of the palmdarted out, taking blood samples. The lights on the top of the unit began to flash, cycling from green to yellow, where they remained, blinking on and off, until one by one, they started settling into their final color.
I ran one remotely while I was waiting for the senators speech to finish.
Good. That means were clean. I leaned over to turn on the exterior cameraswithout them, we were flying blind and would have no way of knowing when help arrivedand froze.
George?
It was Shauns voice, sounding distant and surprised. Hed seen me reach for the switches, and seen me stop; he just hadnt seen why. I didnt answer him. I was too busy staring.
George, whats wrong?
I I began, and stopped, swallowing in an effort to clear the sudden dryness from my mouth. Forcing myself to start again, I said, I think we may have a problem. Raising my right hand, I wrapped numb fingers around the hollow plastic dart projecting from my left biceps and pulled it free, turning to face the other two. Rick paled, seeing the red stain spreading through the fabric of my shirt. Shaun just stared at the dart, looking like he was seeing the end of the world.
In a very real and concrete way, there was an excellent chance that he was.
If you want an easy jobif you want the sort of job where you never have to bury somebody who you care aboutI recommend you pursue a career in whatever strikes your fancy just so long as it isnt the news.
From Another Point of True,
the blog of Richard Cousins, June 20, 2040
Twenty-six
Shaun broke the silence. Please tell me that didnt break the skin, he said, almost pleading. The blood came from something else, right George? Right?
Were going to need a biohazard bag. There was no fear in my voice. Really, there was nothing there at all. I sounded empty, disconnected from everything around me. It was like my body and my voice existed in different universes, tethered by only the thinnest of threads. Get one from the medical kit, put it on the counter, and step away. I dont want either of you touching this. Or me. I didnt want them touching me when there was a risk that I could infect them. I just couldnt say that. If I tried, Id break down, and any chance of containing this would go right out the window.
George
We need a testing kit.
Ricks voice was surprisingly strong, considering the circumstances. Shaun and I turned to face him. He was white-faced and shaking, but his voice was firm. Shaun, I know you dont want to hear this, and if you want to hit me later, thats fine, but right now, we need a testing kit.
Storm clouds were gathering in Shauns expression. He knew Rick was right; I could see it in his eyes and in the way he wasnt quite willing to look at me. If he hadnt known, he wouldnt have cared that Rick was calling for a blood test. But because he did, it was the last thing in the world he wanted. Well. Maybe not the last thing. Then again, it was starting to look like the last thing had already happened.
Hes right, Shaun. I placed the dart on the counter next to my keyboard. It was so small. How could something so small be the end of the world? I barely noticed when it hit me. I never thought it was possible to overlook your own death, but apparently it is. Dont just grab a field box. Get the real kit. If were going to do this, were going to do it right. The XH-237 has never had a false result; its one hundred percent accurate, as far as anyone can tell.
Shaun would never believe anything else. He was staring at me in open disbelief. He was denying this as hard as he could. So why wasnt I? Georgia he began.
If Im overreacting, Ill buy a new one with my birthday money, I said, sagging backward in my chair. Rick?
Ill get it, Georgia, he said, starting for the medical supplies.
I closed my eyes. Im not overreacting.
Almost too quiet for me to hear, Shaun whispered, I know.
I brought the bag, said Rick. I opened my eyes, turning toward his voice. He held up a Kevlar-reinforced biohazard bag. I nodded and he put the bag on the counter, before stepping away. We knew proper protocols. Theyd been drilled into us for our entire lives. Until we knew I was clean, no one touched me and I knew I wasnt clean.
Moving with exaggerated care, so both Shaun and Rick could see me every inch along the way, I reached for the bag and thumbed it open before picking up the dart. Dropping it into the bag, I activated the seal. It was a matter for the CDC now. Its people would break the seal after it was turned over to them, and what happened after that wasnt my concern. I wouldnt be around to see it.
I looked up once the bag was sealed and set aside. Wheres the test kit? It felt like the muscles in my eyes were relaxing. It could be psychosomatic, but I didnt think so. The viral bodies responsible for the perpetual dilation of my pupils were moving on to greener pastures. Like the rest of my body.
Here, said Shaun, holding it up. He stepped closer and knelt in front of me. He was only inches outside the federally defined danger zone for dealing with someone who might be amplifying. I shot him a sharp look, and he shook his head. Dont start.
I wont. I extended my left hand. If he wanted to administer the test himself, he had the right. Maybe it would make him believe the results.
You could be wrong. Youve been wrong before, Shaun said, sliding the testing kit over my hand. I flattened my palm until I felt the tendons stretch, and gave him the nod to clamp down the lid. He did, pinning my fingers in their wide, starfished position.
Im not wrong, I said. Dull pain lanced my hand as the needlesone for each finger, and five more set in a circle at the center of the palmdarted out, taking blood samples. The lights on the top of the unit began to flash, cycling from green to yellow, where they remained, blinking on and off, until one by one, they started settling into their final color.
