Idols. Margaret Stohl

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      We’re together, I think. Lucas and me. Ro. All of us. It’s something.

       Grassgirl, Hothead, Buttons, Freak.

       The night we fell out of the sky, at least we were together. At least we had that.

      The moonlit landscape of wind-sculpted rock and canyons whips around us, and I wonder if this is the end. I wonder who will find us.

       If anyone.

      Our seats are shaking violently now. Even the windows are rattling. Tima tightens her grip on me, closing her eyes. Her fear hits me with such force that her touch almost burns.

      As she touches me, a new idea claws itself into my mind.

      “Tima, we need you—” I search for the memory of her at the Icon, how she used her fear to shield Lucas from the explosion.

      I reach out to her.

       Try. Just try.

      Tima’s eyes flash open. She stares at her blood tattoo, the colorful streaks and patterns on her arm. She grips Brutus tight.

      Tighter.

       I hope she can do it. We’re going down fast.

      “It’s no use. You can’t fly a bird with broken wings,” Fortis shouts. “Hold on, children—pick a god an’—”

       Pray.

      Pray, I think as we slam into the canyon wall.

      I’m praying, I think as I listen to the violent clash of metal and rock.

       Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass The Lords The Hole. Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass The Lords The Hole. Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass The Lords The Hole—

      I recite it in my mind, the only prayer the Padre really taught me.

      I pray as I feel the streaming heat of spreading flames.

      I pray as I close my eyes to a flash so bright it burns through my eyelids, thin as onion skin, as paper.

      I pray as I fall into the silence.

       Pick a god—

       I don’t know a god. Just a girl.

      So I squeeze her hand as the Chopper hits the ground in a ball of fire.

      GENERAL EMBASSY DISPATCH:

       EASTASIA SUBSTATION

      MARKED URGENT

       MARKED EYES ONLY

      Internal Investigative Subcommittee IIS211B

      RE: The Incident at SEA Colonies

      Sirs:

      I have, after great expense and effort, located and infiltrated the secure archives of Paulo Fortissimo. I believe their relevance to the disastrous recent situation in the Colonies will be instructive, or, at least, illuminating. It is to this effect that I offer my services, in the name of our dear mutual friend, the good Dr. Yang.

      Now commencing decryption of files. Will immediately send all relevant materials as they are unpacked and decoded, in chronological order.

      Following, you will find transcripts, beginning with initial contact with Lords (done via AI/virtual), research notes, personal journal entries, etc.

      We can discuss compensation in due time. Recommend destroying all files immediately after review, Physical Humans being as swayed by emotion as they are. The final decision is, of course, at your discretion.

      Yours,

      Jasmine3k

      Virt. Hybrid Human 39261.SEA

      Laboratory Assistant to Dr. E. Yang

       1 WRECKED

      I am lying facedown in the dirt. I taste it. Dirt and blood and teeth as loose as old corn. Every bone in my body aches, but I am alive. Death would hurt less.

      I feel hands rolling me over, pressing against my arms, my legs. “No, don’t move her. She’s in shock.” Fortis.

      A blur of dirty blond hair comes into view in the darkness, and I feel the familiar warmth surge into my cheeks as a hand touches my face. “Dol? Can you hear me?”

      Lucas. I move my lips, trying to make a word. At the moment, I think, it’s harder than I remember. “Tima—” I finally croak.

      He smiles down at me. “Tima’s fine. She’s still out, but she’ll be fine.”

      I roll my head to the side and I see her lying in the dirt next to me. Tima, her scrawny dog, cactuses, and stars. Not much else.

      Brutus whimpers, licking Tima’s tattooed arm, which looks like it’s bleeding.

      “Fine? You don’t know that,” says a voice in the night. Ro. I see that he’s just on the other side of Lucas, tossing dead tumbleweeds onto a makeshift fire. Ro doesn’t feel just warm—not to me. He’s smoldering. I could feel him anywhere.

      Lucas rubs my hands between his. “I do know that, actually.” He looks over his shoulder. “Because if Tima wasn’t okay, we’d all be dead right now. Who do you think broke our fall?”

       Tima. It must have worked. She must have done it.

      I remember now the bright blue light expanding outward from Tima just as we hit. The muted, violent shock as we landed, the heat of the exploding Chopper—then nothing.

      I sit up, weakly. I don’t know how we got here, but we’re clear of the wreckage, which is still burning black smoke in the distance. I can smell it from here.

      I cough it out of my mouth.

      Lucas pulls me up until I am leaning against the side of a rock. Ro is there a second later, forcing a canteen to my lips. The cold water chokes my throat as it goes down.

      I can’t take my eyes off the burning Chopper. The burning metal carcass that was our only chance to escape the Sympas and get to safety is going up in flames, like everything else. Then—

       POPPOPPOPPOP

      A string of rapid noises catches me off guard. It sounds like gunfire, but it can’t be. Not out here. “What was that?”

      Fortis sighs from the darkness nearby. “Fireworks, love. That’s our live ammo, burning up with the bird.” He disappears СКАЧАТЬ