The Ark. Laura Nolen Liddell

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      We called him the Mole after that.

      I took off in a dead sprint, hoping no one would see me. Running was an excellent way to make trouble for yourself. The walls smeared past in a blur of blue and gray, and even the barrier to the men’s quarters didn’t slow me down. It was wide open.

      The Mole was sitting on his bed with his white cane across his lap. A book lay on the blanket before him, its precise rows of dots skating underneath long, careful fingers.

      “A visitor.” He smiled a white smile, and I raised my hand to greet him out of instinct.

      “Hi, Mole.”

      “Charlotte Turner. You want some company? It’s too late for that. They say we all die alone, but you can read my book with me until then.”

      “No, I—thanks, though. I was actually here because—”

      “Charlotte, baby. Have a seat. You know what book this is?”

      “No.” I sat next to him on the bed. Another moment brushed past us both, too quickly.

      “Pilgrim’s Progress. I reckon we all have a journey to take. My journey’s about over. You’re out of breath. Don’t want yours to end just yet?”

      “That’s why I’m here. Mole, I need to get out.”

      “We all want out of something.”

      “Not you.”

      “Even me.”

      “Then help me get out of here. We can go together.”

      “My prison’s made of stronger walls than these.”

      I paused. “But you could help me leave mine, if you wanted to.”

      He turned his face to me, as though he could still see me. “You were a beautiful child. Someone should have told you that. A small bird in a big cage. I haven’t seen you since you were thirteen.”

      “Tell me the way out.”

      He sighed and sagged, as though carrying something heavy. “You don’t want to go out there. Ain’t no good out there for folks like us.”

      “That why you came back?”

      “It’s all the same. Doesn’t matter where I go. Only difference between us and them is that they don’t know they’re broken.”

      “Look, I get it. You’re angry. And it burns you, like all the time, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can feel. And you think that if you give up, if you stop fighting it, then maybe it won’t hurt anymore. You think you’ve found peace because you believe that you belong here. But what if it doesn’t have to be this way?”

      He didn’t answer, so I played another card. “What if the Remnant exists?”

      The Mole leaned back against the rail of the bed. Something about his easy posture made me feel exposed, as though he knew what my future held. “Even if they did, there’s nothing out there for me, Charlotte. You remember when you first got here?”

      “Of course. Everyone remembers their first day in.”

      “You told me you didn’t care whether your family missed you.”

      “They didn’t.”

      “Mine didn’t miss me, either.” His voice was so soft, I wondered if I’d imagined it.

      I didn’t see what that had to do with anything. I had to get him to help me. “They say your old boss did that to you.” I waved a finger at his eyes. He couldn’t see, but he knew what I was talking about.

      “Is that what they say?”

      I nodded. “They say he couldn’t stand you being out of the game. So when the Treaty was announced, he blinded you. He knew you’d never get a spot on an OPT if you were disabled.”

      The Mole gave a short laugh. “It wasn’t my old boss. Turns out, he didn’t miss me either.”

      “Who, then?”

      He was quiet for a long time. “I was young enough to enter the lottery. Did they tell you that?” He was referring to the lottery for OPT spots, which was open to “all citizens of upstanding status under the age of forty, with no physical, mental, or moral infirmities.” If you’d been convicted of a crime, you were no longer eligible, unless you were under the age of fourteen when the crime was committed.

      I shrugged. “We all were. Until we weren’t.”

      “My last conviction was under the age cut-off, so I didn’t lose eligibility. Even if I’d come clean about breaking out, I had a few months to spare.”

      “So?”

      “So, I’m trying to warn you, little bird. My boss didn’t do this to me. He had bigger fish to fry.”

      “Then who did?”

      He closed the book slowly and laid it on the retractable shelf near his sink. “I broke my mother’s heart. You might know something about that.”

      “Surely your mom didn’t—”

      “Didn’t want to deal with me in space. I reckon she would have, though. Mothers are like that. But my brother, that’s another story. He was sick of watching me hurt her.”

      That took a long time to sink in. I shuddered. “Your own family.”

      “They made sure I’d never see the Ark. And now, my family is the one in here. So’s yours. The Remnant doesn’t exist, you know. Fairytales. Hope keeps people sane.”

      I leaned across the book and placed my hand on his, mulling over his story. His nickname seemed cruel now.

      We were still for a moment, but my breathing didn’t slow. His, by contrast, was as steady as the waves of the ocean. I wanted his calm, his acceptance, but I knew I wouldn’t find it here. His thumb flicked up to touch my forefinger. Every instinct I had told me to keep the starpass a secret, but it was the only play I had left.

      I pressed the silver and blue card into his hand. “Isaiah. My journey doesn’t end here.”

      He ran a thumb over the letters, and his dark glasses couldn’t conceal his surprise. “Alright, little bird. I’ll show you how I did it.”

      Minutes later, we were standing in front of the walk-in freezer in the kitchen. Isaiah heaved the door ajar and waited for me to step inside.

      “Back there.” Isaiah indicated the far wall with his cane, and I climbed inside. The cold hit me immediately, but the pleasure of a momentary chill faded when the frigidity coated my skin. Thanks to a raid several days earlier, the shelves around me were bare. There was a sucking pop sound as the door closed behind him. “All the way back.”

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