Dr. Zetlin was doing an excellent job. He was not only explaining to the people of Veelox why Lifelight had been shut down, he was telling them why it was a good thing.
“It is my wish that until we can learn how best to utilize Lifelight for the good of all of Veelox, that we not even consider bringing it back online.”
Another concerned murmur went through the crowd. That last statement surprised them.
“And I pledge to work with the directors, and with all of you, to find a balance that will bring as much joy from living in the reality of Veelox, as we found in the fantasy of Lifelight. Thank you.”
The people all applauded, but not with the same enthusiasm as when Zetlin was first introduced. I don’t think they liked the idea of not being able to jump back into Lifelight. But I figured they didn’t have a choice. They were going to have to learn how to deal with reality again, whether they liked it or not.
Dr. Zetlin sat down at his place and gave us another look, and a nod. I smiled at him. It must have been tough to stand in front of the entire population of Veelox and announce that his life’s work was flawed. But I truly believed that with his help, the people of Veelox would one day figure out how to get the best from Lifelight, without giving up their real lives.
Dr. Sever then stood and addressed the crowd, saying, “We have much to thank Dr. Zetlin for. His genius and vision not only created the wonder that is Lifelight, but he rescued Veelox from a potentially disastrous incident by making the hard decision to shut down the grid. Moreover, he and his colleague, Aja Killian, have worked tirelessly to ensure that the problem that nearly destroyed Lifelight is no more.”
That was followed by a round of applause.
Sever continued, “We respect Dr. Zetlin’s considered opinions as to the future of Veelox and of Lifelight. We, the directors agree that we must work to find the proper use of Lifelight in our ever changing society. However…”
However? She let the word hang. I had the feeling that something was coming, and it wasn’t going to be good.
“We disagree with Dr. Zetlin in how to go about that. We feel that the only possible way to best understand how to utilize Lifelight is to explore those options…while it is fully operational.”
Uh-oh. An excited buzz went through the crowd. Zetlin jumped to his feet in anger.
“No!” he shouted. “That defeats the purpose! If people go back into their jumps, we’ll be right back where we were!”
“With all due respect, Doctor, we don’t think so,” Sever said with a superior attitude. “Lessons have been learned. It is the decision of the directors to bring Lifelight back into operation immediately.”
Sever waved her hand. It was a signal. Suddenly the Lifelight pyramid sprang back to life. People looked around in wonder as the operational lights came back on. It was like Christmas had come to Veelox as the pyramid was once again alive with the multiple lights of Lifelight. Once the people realized what was happening, they cheered. They actually cheered. It was like their team had just pulled out a surprise victory in sudden death.
“What is happening?” Evangeline asked, confused.
“Did you know about this?” I screamed at Aja to be heard over the crowd.
“No!” she answered. “When they wanted us to trouble-shoot the grid, I didn’t think they wanted to go back online!”
People started pushing to get off the floor. The once orderly crowd had been charged with energy. None of them wanted to be left out. They were all hurrying to get back to a jump cubicle and reenter their fantasies.
“We’ve gotta stop them!” I pleaded.
Aja jumped up on to the stage and ran to Dr. Zetlin.
“Do something!” she begged.
Zetlin said, “If we can get to the Alpha Core before the jumps begin, I can take control.”
Aja grabbed him by the hand and pulled him off the stage.
“Hurry!” Evangeline shouted.
We left her by the stage and the three of us pushed our way through the surging crowd, back to the Alpha Core.
“What are you going to do?” I asked Zetlin as we fought our way through.
“They know the origin code now, so they have control,” he panted. “I can override the phaders, but only if they haven’t gotten the grid back online yet. Once that happens, I won’t be able to control anything from the Alpha Core. We’ll be at the mercy of whatever the directors want.”
“Stop those people!” Dr. Sever ordered from the stage, pointing at us.
A group of phaders started after us, but they were having just as much trouble getting through the massive crowd as we were. I looked up into the pyramid and saw jump cubicle doors opening up all over. Some people pushed others out of the way to get in first. Young people took advantage of the weak and pulled them out of the cubicles to take it for themselves. It was a musical chairs, nightmare riot. Nobody wanted to be left out. They didn’t care what Zetlin had said. They didn’t care about the future of Veelox. They were addicted to their own fantasies and would do anything to get back in.
We had to take control and shut down Lifelight, for good.
We finally made it back into the core. Down the long corridor of glass I saw phaders taking their places in the control chairs, preparing to begin the jumps. But there was still time. The control stations were still dark.
Aja ran to the door leading to the Alpha Core and inserted her green card. The door didn’t open. She tried it again; it stayed closed.
“Your card has been disallowed,” came a voice from behind us. It was Dr. Sever. She walked up to us with several strong-arm-looking phaders.
“Your actions over the last few days are still suspect, Aja,” Sever said. “Until we complete a full investigation, we can’t allow you access to Lifelight.”
“Dr. Sever,” Zetlin said calmly, “please, give it some time. You hold the future of Veelox in your hands. Won’t you please wait?”
“I’m sorry Dr. Zetlin,” she said with a smile. “I’m afraid it’s too late. Every pyramid on Veelox is moments away from going back online.”
As if on cue, the core came to life. The millions of indicator lights flashed once again as images appeared on the thousands of monitors. The jumpers were back in their fantasies. Dr. Zetlin closed his eyes and dropped his head in defeat.
I was stunned. Moments before, I felt sure we had pulled Veelox back from the brink of collapse. But now the territory was in as much danger as the moment I first arrived. No, it was worse. Aja’s Reality Bug had failed. Veelox had reached a critical turning point, and was pushed the wrong way.
There was no other way to say it:
Saint Dane had won.
“This is all thanks to you, Dr. Zetlin,” Sever said. “You got rid of that nasty little bug quite nicely. Now we can return to normal.”
Bug? Did she say bug? Nobody knew about the bug except …
Dr. Sever then leaned down to me and whispered in my ear. There was a subtle change in her voice. To everyone else she still sounded like Dr. Kree Sever, prime director of Lifelight. But the cold tone of her voice said something very different to me.
“How does it feel, Pendragon?” she said with an iciness that made me shiver. “The first territory of Halla is mine.”
SECOND EARTH
Bobby’s image disappeared abruptly.
Mark and Courtney were left staring at nothing. They had left the Sherwood house and returned to the privacy of Courtney’s father’s basement workshop to watch the journal.
“That’s it?” Courtney asked, upset. “He stopped recording his journal right there? That’s not fair!”
Before Mark could offer an opinion, another image flickered to life. The recording wasn’t yet complete. Courtney and Mark watched in wonder as the 3-D projection formed in front of them.
“There’s more!” Mark exclaimed.
But the image that appeared before them wasn’t Bobby’s. It was Aja Killian’s.
“Hello to you, Mark Dimond and Cou
rtney Chetwynde,” Aja began. “My name is Aja Killian, the Traveler from Veelox. Pendragon has told me all about you two, and that he trusts you both very much. This is why I am completing his journal for him.”
Aja took off her small yellow glasses and rubbed her eyes. She looked tired.
“Pendragon is gone,” she continued. “He left Veelox shortly after Lifelight was brought back online. His destination was the territory of Eelong to search for the Traveler named Gunny. I feel as if my duty is to stay here to do all I can to keep Veelox from falling further into decay. I have the help of Dr. Zeitin, but I’m afraid we are fighting a losing battle. The directors have all returned to Lifelight. Most of the phaders and vedders have also left on their own jumps. There aren’t enough people left in reality to monitor the jumps, let alone care for their real lives. The pull of fantasy was just too strong. Saint Dane has won. Veelox is near dead.”
Aja was holding back tears.
“Pendragon asked me to finish his journal so you would know the state of Veelox, and to send it on to you. It is the least I can do. I feel as if I have failed the territory, failed the Travelers, and failed Pendragon. My only hope is that we can stop Saint Dane on the other territories, so that the only casualty of this evil war will be Veelox. My home.”
She swallowed hard and then said, “In my heart, I know this is not the way it was meant to be. This is the end of Bobby Pendragon’s Journal Number Fifteen. Good-bye.”
Aja’s image disappeared. The journal, and Bobby’s adventure on Veelox, was now complete. Mark picked up the small silver projector and stared at it, as if hoping there were one last bit of news that would leap from it to give this story a happy ending.
There wasn’t.
“So what does this mean?” Courtney asked nervously. “Saint Dane always said that as soon as the first domino fell, the others would fall easily.”
“I-I really don’t know,” Mark said somberly.
Courtney jumped to her feet and paced. “I hate this!” she exclaimed. “I feel totally helpless. All this stuff is going on and all we can do is sit around and hear about it like a couple of nimrods.”
This made Mark smile. “I thought you only wanted to worry about school and soccer and normal life?” he asked.
Courtney stopped and looked straight at Mark. “The hell with soccer,” she declared. “I thought we were supposed to be acolytes?”
“Now you’re talking!” declared Mark.
Early the next morning the two were back sitting on the couch in the apartment of Tom Dorney. Together they watched all three of Bobby’s journals from Veelox. Afterward they described to Dorney what happened at the Sherwood house with the quigs and the stunning appearance of a flume.
“If that doesn’t say we’re ready to be acolytes,” Courtney concluded, “then tell us what will.”
Dorney scratched his chin. He then hoisted himself up out of his easy chair, grumbled, and shuffled into the kitchen.
“Does this mean he’s pulling our chain again?” Courtney asked.
Mark shrugged. “Give him a chance.”
Dorney shuffled back into the living room with a glass of water. He didn’t offer any to Mark or Courtney. The guy wasn’t exactly a great host. He sat back down in his chair, spilling some water on his lap.
Courtney rolled her eyes, but neither said anything. The ball was still in Dorney’s court.
“You’re going to get messages,” he said calmly. “Sometimes from Travelers, other times from acolytes on other territories.”
Mark and Courtney sat up straight. Things had just gotten very interesting.
Courtney asked, “What kind of—”
“Let me speak,” Dorney snapped.
Courtney shut up.
“They’ll come to you through the ring,” Dorney continued. “Like the message I sent to you. They may tell you that a Traveler will be arriving and that you need to provide Second Earth clothing. That’s usually the case. But Pendragon may need something specific.”
“Like when you had to take care of Press’s motorcycle,” Mark jumped in. He couldn’t resist. He was getting excited.
“Yes,” Dorney answered, then took a sip of water.
“What about the quigs?” Courtney asked.
“Protect yourself,” Dorney answered. “There’s no magic wand you can wave to make them go away. They aren’t always around, but you have to be prepared when they are. I’ll tell you one thing, they’re afraid of the flumes. Don’t ask me why. When a flume activates, you won’t see any quigs around.”
“Can we contact other acolytes?” Mark asked.
“Look at your ring,” Dorney ordered.
Mark held up his hand so he and Courtney could see the heavy ring with the dark gray stone surrounded by the odd, carved symbols.
“Each of those symbols represents a territory,” Dorney explained. “There are ten in all.”
“Ten territories,” Mark repeated softly, as if he had just been given the secret of the ages.
“If you know the name of an acolyte,” Dorney continued, “take the ring off and call out that name. The symbol from their territory will activate the ring and you can send a message.”
“So if I took off the ring and said: ‘Evangeline,’ the symbol for Veelox would open up the ring and I could send a note to her?”
“That’s right.”
“Is that how we should get in touch with you?” Mark asked.
“You could,” Dorney answered. “Or you could pick up the telephone.”
“Oh. Right,” Mark said, feeling dumb.
“Can we contact Bobby through the ring?” Courtney asked.
“No,” was Dorney’s quick answer. “Only the acolytes. Travelers don’t need to be bothered with our problems.”
“Is there anything else?” Mark asked.
Dorney took some time to think about that answer. He looked out the window, his mind seeming to fly a million miles away. Courtney and Mark looked at each other. They weren’t sure if Dorney had tuned them out, or was having deep thoughts.
“You are the acolytes from Second Earth now,” Dorney finally said. “With Press gone, I’m no longer needed. It may be an easy job compared to what the Travelers do, but I think you’ll agree it’s an important one.”
“We do. Absolutely. Yessir,” they assured him.
Dorney looked back out the window with a frown on his face.
“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Courtney asked.
Dorney sighed and said, “It’s just a feeling.”
“What?” demanded Courtney.
“I don’t know,” Dorney said anxiously. “I didn’t like what I heard about Veelox.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Courtney said.
Dorney looked at them. For the first time since they’d met him, Mark and Courtney actually felt as if he were softening up a bit.
“What I mean to say is,” Dorney continued, “be careful. Saint Dane has finally had a victory, and there’s no telling what’s next. From this point on, I can’t guarantee that the old rules still apply.”
♦ ♦ ♦
Mark and Courtney took the train back to Stony Brook with that ominous warning still on their minds. Neither said much. They both had to get their minds around the fact that they now were officially acolytes. The only question was, what next?
“I want to go to the flume,” Mark announced.
“Why?” Courtney asked.
“We’ll bring some of our clothes to leave there.”
“But nobody told us they needed clothes,” Courtney countered.
“I know. Just thinking ahead.”
The two fell silent for a moment, then Courtney said, “That’s just an excuse to go there, isn’t it?”
Mark was ready to argue, but decided not to. He nodded. “I guess I just want to see it again. To prove it’s real.”
“I hear you,” Courtney said. “I do too.”
When they got off the train in Connecticut, they b
oth went home and gathered up a bunch of clothes they thought a Traveler from some distant territory might need to blend in on Second Earth. Courtney picked out a bunch of simple, functional things like jeans, T-shirts, a sweater, socks, hiking boots, and underwear. She debated about bringing one of her bras, but figured that was overkill.
Mark gathered up a bunch of clothes that were totally out of style. It wasn’t like he had a choice. That’s all Mark had. He found sweatshirts with logos that meant nothing, no-name jeans, and generic sneakers. Style was not something Mark concerned himself with. He hoped the Travelers wouldn’t either.
Mark brought one other thing from his house that he hoped he wouldn’t need. He borrowed the sharp poker from his parents’ fireplace toolset. It was woefully inadequate to deal with an attacking quig-dog, but it was all he could find.
Mark and Courtney met in front of the gates to the Sherwood house, each with a loaded backpack. They didn’t say a word to each other as they walked around the side of the property to the tree that would give them access to the yard. Once over the wall, Mark held the fireplace poker, ready to defend them against a rampaging quig. Courtney saw that Mark’s hand was shaking like Jell-O, so she gently took the poker from him. If either of them had a chance of fighting off a charging quig, it would be Courtney.
But they didn’t run into any of the yellow-eyed beasts. They made it through the house, down to the basement, and into the root cellar that held the flume. No problem. They emptied their backpacks and neatly folded the clothes in a pile. Courtney looked at some of the geek clothes Mark brought, and chuckled.
“Oh, yeah, Bobby’s gonna blend right in wearing a bright yellow hooded sweatshirt with a red logo that says, Cool Dude!
“Give me a break,” Mark said defensively. “It’s my favorite sweatshirt.”
Courtney shook her head in disbelief. When they were finished, they both gazed into the dark tunnel to the territories. They stood together silently, each with their own thoughts as to what the future might hold.
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