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by Aubrie Dionne


  Vira was the first per­son on the Ex­ped­i­tion to in­herit the Seers’ abil­it­ies. Al­though the Seers them­selves had no chil­dren, sci­ent­ists had im­planted ran­dom crew mem­bers with their eggs. The Seers had no know­ledge of these ex­per­i­ments. Only the Match­maker for each gen­er­a­tion knew, and they tried to pro­duce a crew mem­ber with the Seers’ unique abil­it­ies. There was no time to ex­plain this to Brent­wood, so he’d have to trust her. Gemme gave him a know­ing look. “Let her try.”

  Brent­wood spread his hands in a help­less ges­ture. “What can she do? She doesn’t know CPR.”

  “Help me lift her.” Gemme climbed over the debris and sprin­ted to Vira. “We’re tak­ing her to the main con­sole.”

  “You mean let her run the ship like the Seers did?” His mouth fell open and he had to clamp it back up. “She’s just a girl.”

  “She can do it.” Gemme gave Vira an en­cour­aging smile as she picked her up. The girl shook, but her face was set in de­term­in­a­tion.

  Vira’s voice was strong. “Please, give me a chance.”

  Gemme car­ried her over the debris, hold­ing her close to her chest. She spoke into the girl’s black curls. “You can fix it. I know you can.”

  The auto­mated re­sponse echoed on the in­ter­com, “Ten minutes un­til core shut­down. Evac­u­ation re­com­men­ded.”

  “All right.” Brent­wood helped Gemme over the debris to the cen­ter of the con­trol cham­ber. Pla­cing their hands around her waist, they lif­ted her to the ceil­ing where the Seer’s had hung for gen­er­a­tions. Vira grabbed the loose wires, wrap­ping them around her arms and closed her eyes.

  Gemme sent all her pos­it­ive en­ergy through her arms into the girl. Please Vira, you’re all we’ve got.

  The alarms trailed off, and the lights dimmed to black­ness. The white shine of the chest il­lu­min­ated their faces in a ghostly sheen. Si­lence settled over the con­trol cham­ber and Gemme could hear her own in­take of breath. The chill crept in, crawl­ing over her body and set­tling in her bones. She felt like the fi­nal em­ber of a fire be­fore the winds of Tun­dra 37 blew out the last flick­er­ing flame.

  Is this how it would end, she and Brent­wood, hold­ing the fi­nal hope of a dy­ing civil­iz­a­tion at the end of a frozen world? She looked into Brent­wood’s eyes like she’d prob­ably done for gen­er­a­tions, al­ways find­ing solace in the green flecks. He was her home, no mat­ter if they were on Old Earth, on the Ex­ped­i­tion, or Tun­dra 37, and the last thing she wanted to see was the warmth his eyes held for her.

  Light, brighter than Sol­aris Prime, gushed around them. Had the core had ex­ploded? Gemme shut her eyes, still hold­ing onto Vira. What if they failed? The girl, and all the other chil­dren on the Ex­ped­i­tion wouldn’t live long enough to have a full life. Deep mel­an­choly sickened her stom­ach as she real­ized their mis­sion would fail not only Thadi­ous Leg­acy’s vis­ion but also man­kind. If only the Seers’ powers hadn’t been ex­ploited for so long. If only they’d found Vira’s abil­it­ies sooner. A hun­dred if onlys flit­ted through her mind, none of them cor­rect­able in the last seconds be­fore the core’s ex­plo­sion en­gulfed the con­trol cham­ber.

  The bright light faded. Gemme breathed in and loosened her grip around Vira’s soft pa­ja­mas. Gemme wiggled her toes in her boots. She was still alive. The fluor­es­cent lights above them flickered on, and she saw Brent­wood, tri­umph in his eyes.

  “En­gine core sta­bil­ized. Evac­u­ation pro­ced­ures un­ne­ces­sary.” Vira’s high-pitched voice echoed over the in­ter­com. Like the Seers, her lips didn’t move as she mind­spoke. Her voice was calm but child­ishly joy­ful. “Every­one re­turn to your cells.”

  “Amaz­ing.” Brent­wood shook his head, peer­ing up at her. ”She re­booted the sys­tem.”

  Above them, Vira clung to the wires like the ship was an ex­ten­sion of her arms. Her eyes re­mained closed, a pla­cid ex­pres­sion on her fea­tures.

  “How did you know she could do it?” Brent­wood whispered.

  “She in­her­ited the Seers’ abil­it­ies,” Gemme whispered back, afraid to dis­turb her. “She has the same hy­pergene the Seers have.”

  “But how? The Seers had no chil­dren.”

  Gemme winked. “Just like the Lieu­ten­ants have their secrets, the Match­makers have their own.”

  She thought he’d smile at her teas­ing, but Brent­wood looked furi­ous.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “When the comet shower hit, and I was look­ing for sur­viv­ors on the up­per decks, the Seers dir­ec­ted me away from her. They didn’t think her life was cru­cial enough to risk los­ing me. I dis­obeyed dir­ect or­ders and saved her any­way.”

  “How hor­rible.” Gemme couldn’t ima­gine choos­ing between a dis­abled little girl and a lieu­ten­ant. She could never be a Seer. Even if she had their powers, she couldn’t cal­cu­late life so cold and ra­tion­ally. Maybe it was such de­cisions over the years that made Abysme go crazy. Or maybe she was crazy to be­gin with. Gemme hoped Vira could handle the enorm­ous re­spons­ib­il­ity of their job. She’d be there to help the girl every step of the way. “She sure proved them wrong.”

  Brent­wood smiled like a proud par­ent. “She’s the most im­port­ant of us all.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Ice Princess

  “Looks like you found more than hy­perthium on your mis­sion.” Fer­ris leaned against the portal to Gemme’s cell with a self-sat­is­fied grin on his face. He wore his navy blue en­gin­eer uni­form proudly. His new job as­sign­ment pro­cessing hy­perthium fit him well.

  “What do you mean?” Gemme paused, snap­ping the last but­tons on her uni­form. She checked her­self in the mir­ror and straightened her pony­tail.

  “Lieu­ten­ant Brent­wood? Of all people?”

  Her fin­gers froze with her hair halfway through the elastic loop in her hair. Had he seen them hold­ing hands? “I wanted to wait un­til the ship was stable be­fore telling any­one. How did you know?”

  Fer­ris chuckled and entered the room. “I have my sources.”

  Her cheeks flushed with mild em­bar­rass­ment. She’d have to get used to the idea of other people know­ing about her re­la­tion­ship with Brent­wood. At least they wouldn’t sus­pect her of set­ting up their pair­ing with the match­mak­ing sys­tem. They’d fallen in love the or­ganic, old-fash­ioned way, and it thrilled her. Look­ing back on the past few weeks, the free­dom of choice was su­per­ior to any­thing the com­puter could con­jure based on ge­net­ics and ana­lysis. To go from stand­ing by the com­puter’s choices and de­fend­ing her job to dis­count­ing the en­tire sys­tem was a stretch, and it showed Gemme how much she’d changed these past weeks.

  “So you’re go­ing to find your own match as well?” She turned the ques­tion back on him with a teas­ing look.

  Fer­ris shrugged. “I guess I’ll know when the time is right.”

  Gemme checked the wall­screen, feel­ing spoiled be­cause they’d had full power for three days now, thanks to the first hy­perthium ship­ment. “Speak­ing of time, the ce­re­mony’s sup­posed to start any minute.”

  “I’m wait­ing for you,” Fer­ris re­minded her. “Got to look per­fect for Brent­wood, eh?”

  “Shut up.” She threw a bath towel at his head and pulled the rest of her hair through her pony­tail.

  Fer­ris ducked and offered his arm. “If I may.”

  “Only if you’ll be­have.” Gemme laughed, and they left her cell for the dock­ing bay at the rear of the Ex­ped­i­tion.

  Newly fallen snow glistened as the back pan­els of the Ex­ped­i­tion rumbled open, and the bright rays of Sol­aris Prime shot in. Gemme stood on the top of the stair­case with Brent­wood at her side, watch­ing the bal­cony fill with all of the fam­il­ies on the Ex­ped­i­tion. Through all the de­struc­tion and des­ol­a­tion,
there were still so many left to fol­low in their an­cest­ors’ foot­steps. They hadn’t failed Thadi­ous Leg­acy after all. Man­kind would go on, re­build, and en­dure on Tun­dra 37. Maybe someday they’d even build an­other ship and try again for Para­dise 18.

  The landrover pulled into the bay lug­ging sev­eral con­tain­ers of hy­perthium be­hind it, and some bales of a new wheat-like plant that sci­ent­ists had deemed ed­ible after find­ing the strand in Luna’s pock­ets.

  A wave of fond­ness came over her at the sight of vehicle. She’d spent so many days and nights with it, it was like run­ning into an old friend. The crowd roared in ap­plause, and their ex­cite­ment fluttered Gemme’s stom­ach.

  The hatch opened and Tech jumped out, his beard was a great deal longer than when Al­pha Blue took off on their mis­sion, and Gemme was glad he’d fi­nally have some time to rest at home. People chanted his name. His wife stood ri­gid in the front row, look­ing as if she’d rather cuff him on the head than give him a wel­come em­brace.

  “About time he came home,” Brent­wood shouted over the ap­plause. “I ordered him to last week, and he said he still had con­tain­ers to fill.”

  “Bet his wife thinks the same.” Gemme clapped as Tech bowed. Be­hind him, men pushed the hy­perthium for­ward onto hov­er­carts for pro­cessing.

  “I hope it’s enough to keep us go­ing.” Brent­wood caught Tech’s eye and sa­luted him.

  “Oh, it’s enough.” Gemme raised her eye­brows. “Enough for gen­er­a­tions to come.”

  “That much?”

  Gemme looped her arm around his. “For sure.”

  The crowd hushed as the portal to the cor­ridor be­hind them de­ma­ter­i­al­ized and a grand sil­ver in the sun emerged with wires trail­ing be­hind it. As the chair floated to the edge of the stair­way, Vira’s face came into view. She looked much older than her years, and Gemme knew she’d gone through a lot these past weeks.

  “She’s like the prin­cess of Tun­dra 37.” Gemme stood on her tip­toes to get a bet­ter view.

  “The ice prin­cess,” he replied with a curve of his lips. “She’s a sign of hope for all of us.”

  “So far, she’s do­ing pretty well,” Gemme said. “After all, the first or­der she gave was to lock up that chest.”

  “Per­son­ally, I would have made you a lieu­ten­ant first.” Brent­wood squeezed her arm.

  “Well, that or­der came next.” Gemme ran her fin­gers over her own sil­ver lapel pin, her in­stant con­nec­tion to the girl. She looked for­ward to ment­or­ing her as she and Brent­wood led the crew into the new phase of their lives.

  Vira gazed in their dir­ec­tion and nod­ded to them. Gemme waved and gave her an en­cour­aging smile. They’d gone over this speech three times that morn­ing. She knew Vira would speak well.

  The little girl’s voice boomed over the masses. “Con­grat­u­la­tions to Tech Dougherty and his min­ing crew.”

  Ap­plause rumbled through the bay, filling Gemme’s ears. She caught Fer­ris’s eye in the crowd stand­ing by her par­ents and winked to them. They waved back be­fore turn­ing to Vira. The girl raised her small hands up and the ap­plause settled down.

  “And con­grat­u­la­tions to all of you who have worked hard to suc­cess­fully get the Ex­ped­i­tion back on­line. Ar­chi­tects are plan­ning new build­ings, and un­der Lieu­ten­ant Brent­wood’s in­struc­tions, I’ve sent a team to loc­ate an ap­pro­pri­ate place for our colony.” Her voice rose up, thun­der­ing in the high ceil­ing of the dock­ing bay. “Tun­dra 37 is ours.”

  The cheers rumbled around her, and Gemme turned to Brent­wood. He winked at her and her neck flushed up think­ing about the time they’d shared. She had to re­fo­cus on Vira’s speech. Even though she knew every word, she wanted to hear it spoken in this mo­ment, from Vira’s lips.

  The girl’s voice grew somber. “We’ve earned it with much sac­ri­fice and hard work.”

  Gemme thought about Luna, and all the oth­ers who gave their lives for this vis­ion, all the gen­er­a­tions of Lifers who lived in the con­fines of the ship so they could walk on a real world, un­der­neath their own sun.

  Vira ges­tured to­ward the Sol­aris Prime. Her voice gained strength, and Gemme re­cited the words with her, whis­per­ing them over the crowd, wish­ing for the other Lifers to catch onto her hope and be­lieve it. “But this is only the be­gin­ning. Go now and carve your own paths in our new world.”

  Table of Contents

  Pro­logue, The Seers

  Chapter One, Match­maker

  Chapter Two, Dam­age Con­trol

  Chapter Three, Mes­sen­ger

  Chapter Four, Mes­sage

  Chapter Five, Re­as­sign­ments

  Chapter Six, Golden Swirls

  Chapter Seven, The Beacon

  Chapter Eight, Fluc­tu­at­ing Sys­tems

  Chapter Nine, Quest for Hy­perthium

  Chapter Ten, Snow­drifts

  Chapter El­even, En­counter

  Chapter Twelve, Spy

  Chapter Thir­teen, Ice

  Chapter Four­teen, Pri­or­it­ies

  Chapter Fif­teen, Choices

  Chapter Six­teen, Wo­man of His Dreams

  Chapter Sev­en­teen, Chance

  Chapter Eight­een, Cap­tured Star

  Chapter Nine­teen, Spare Parts

  Chapter Twenty, Pulse

  chapter Twenty-One, Close Quar­ters

  Chapter Twenty-Two, Sac­ri­fice

  Chapter Twenty-Three, Samples

  Chapter Twenty-Four, Op­por­tun­ity

  Chapter Twenty-Five, Last Words

  Chapter Twenty-Six, Hol­low­ness

  Chapter Twenty-Seven, Des­tiny

  Chapter Twenty-Eight, Etern­ity

  Chapter Twenty-Nine, Us

  Chapter Thirty, Tempta­tion

  Chapter Thirty-One, Sac­ri­fice

  Chapter Thirty-Two, The Most Im­port­ant

  Chapter Thirty-Three, Ice Prin­cess

 

 

 


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