by Sandra Knauf
“I hope your invention works on the guards,” Lily said to Bear.
Even in the darkened helicopter, Zera could see naughtiness dance in Bear’s eyes. “Don’t worry. My non-toxic knock-out gas will take care of them. They’re set to get a small dose every 15 minutes for the next two hours.”
Void Chemical Corporation’s Research and Development building seemed deserted. The lighted guard towers were dimly lit but motionless. After a smooth landing on the helicopter pad at the side of the building, Drew cut the engine.
“Whatever happens,” Lily said to Bear and Drew after they got out of the chopper, “we know we tried, that we gave it our all. You guys are the greatest.” Lily hugged Bear, and then took Drew’s hand and they walked a few steps away to be alone for a moment. Zera saw Lily kiss him and they held each other. Bear looked a little teary. Zera noticed her uncle stared at the ground. So much guilt is coming from him — and a little jealousy.
Bear handed equipment cases to Drew, Lily, and Theodore, saying brusquely to her uncle — “You’re helping too, Theo.”
Lily walked over to Zera. “I hope we’re doing the right thing, bringing you.”
“You are,” Zera said, although she felt unsure of herself.
As they walked toward the building, a young man headed toward them from the shadows. He behaved oddly, keeping his white lab coat secure over his head until the helicopter’s engine completely stopped. Now, with the coat down, Zera saw what he covered. His skin and hair were stark white, same as the coat, and starting to blend in with the sandstone color of the building’s walls. Wow, she thought, if not for those dark pants, he’d be almost invisible!
Theodore stared. “The kid from the lab,” he said in a shaky voice. He was talking not to Zera, but to himself. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Oh, god.”
They headed to the door leading to the clean room. As they came closer to James Dubson, Uncle Theodore gasped. Zera saw why. Even the irises on James’ eyes were whitish-beige, the pupils an eerie blue. Zera nearly jumped out of her skin. He looks like a ghost!
“Hey, Mr. Green,” James said. “I’m not lookin’ too blue today with my blue lab cap, am I? Lookin’ pretty white, huh? Lookin’ like a freak.” He moved closer to Theodore and from the fury she felt radiate off James, Zera thought he might try to attack her uncle. “Do the implications of anything you guys do ever cross your minds?”
Theodore stepped backwards. The case he carried slipped out of his hands. Bear, right behind him, grabbed it before it hit the ground. Theodore’s knees buckled and Bear grabbed his arm, steadied him. “Easy, man.”
Zera stared, her mind beginning to comprehend the magnitude of what lay ahead.
“What’s wrong with you?” Bear said to Theodore. “Didn’t you know?”
“I thought . . . Void said the cuttlefish cream was temporary. It’s not? What happened?”
“What happened, Theodore,” Bear said, bending over, breathing into Theodore’s ear, “is that they messed with Mother Nature.”
Cuttlefish? thought Zera. Immediately her mind brought a picture. Cephalopods, related to squid and octopuses. They shoot out ink, change colors to camouflage, or attract, or hunt. Highly intelligent.
“It’s not temporary,” James said. “I’ve been dealing with this, changing to match my surroundings any time I have a hint of anxiety, and not having control over it, since they sprayed me with that stuff six months ago. And let me tell you, it’s been non-stop anxiety. There was no cream,” he said hatefully. “They put me in a tanning booth thing, Mr. Green, covered every inch of me. I’m a freak now, thanks to scientists like you.”
“I didn’t know,” said Theodore. “And I wasn’t responsible. How can I be responsible for this?”
James’ face twisted. “There wouldn’t be those things in the basement if you weren’t showing the way, working on this stuff. Come on! Everyone who works on these projects, no matter what small job they do, is responsible in some way. Even me.”
Lily shook her head.
In the clean room, Theodore shakily put down the case. “I feel sick.”
A queasiness filled Zera as she watched him rush to the bathroom. Sounds of retching came from behind the door.
“This might not work out,” said Drew. “He might not be able to keep up with you.”
“He will do it,” said Lily, heading for a dressing room. “I’ll drag him around myself if I have to. I’ll be back in a minute; I’m going to change.”
After a couple of minutes, Bear, who now held a video camera in one immense hand, knocked on the bathroom door. “Gotta go, Theo.” His deep voice echoed in the room.
Theodore came out looking like a badly beaten man going into the boxing ring for another round. He went to the sink and wiped his mouth, then his pasty, sweat-covered forehead, with a wet paper towel. He looked at all those in the room, including James. “I know it’ll never be enough, but I’m sorry.”
No one said anything. Zera found her sympathy was with James. How is he supposed to live his life, like that? She couldn’t bring herself to give her uncle any words of comfort. What can I possibly say to him, she thought, Hey, don’t worry about it, it’s all right?
Lily came out of the dressing room. She now wore jeans and a green T-shirt with the white words Green Guerrillas across the chest. A bracelet of thickly engraved leaves and line symbols encircled one wrist. Theodore and Zera noticed it at the same time.
Lily saw Zera’s reaction and smiled at her. “Your mother gave it to me, a long time ago. The writing on it’s in the Ogham alphabet.”
Theodore said, “Sally?”
“Yes. It was a birthday present. She gave it to me after you and I broke up. For my eighteenth birthday.”
Drew interrupted. “This is where we part,” he told the group. “I’ll meet you at the helicopter in,” he glanced at his watch, “exactly fifty-five minutes.” He gave Zera a hard look and she felt his reluctance to leave her with the rest of them battling with his desire to complete the mission.
Bear and Lily checked their watches and nodded.
“Let’s put these cases by the door to the lab,” Lily instructed James. “We’re going to the greenhouse first.” .
Chapter Thirty-two
Lily pressed the button next to the door in the clean room, and the entrance to the laboratory slid open. The huge room was bathed in a gray glow of dim lights. Rows and rows of white laboratory tables covered with microscopes stood empty.
“Down there,” pointed Lily, “to the elevator.”
In contrast to the lab, the light in the elevator shone bright white. Lily pushed the button for the roof and they stood, silent, while the elevator rose. A surveillance camera jutted out a few inches in one corner of the ceiling, but the power light was off. James must have taken care of that, Zera thought. She saw James’ face, hair and hands had changed to a steel color matching the elevator walls. She looked away; he reminded her of the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz.
The door opened and the voice chip in the elevator’s computer announced in a masculine voice, “Greenhouse. Authorized personnel only.”
Lily asked James, “No alarms are going to go off when we step out, are they?”
“No. Everything’s cool.”
The greenhouse was dim and glowing green. Plants surrounded them, all the way to the top of the multi-pyramidal ceiling. Zera saw James’s head and hands were now green, but not only green. He, like the lights, was giving off a glow.
She flinched. James noticed and said, “Oh yeah, I get all bioluminescent, glow-in-the-dark too, just like the cuttlefish!”
Even the inside of his mouth.
Lily flipped on light switches and the greenhouse filled with noise, as if a thousand beasts had awakened. Odd barnyard sounds echoed from a corner; Zera heard something that sounded like snorting. It’s a jungle. More than plants . . . animals too.
Lily looked around in disgust and nodded to Bear. Microphone in hand, she stood in front of
the camera. Bear began filming. “We are in the greenhouse of Void Chemical Corporation’s Research and Development Facility,” Lily said, looking straight into the lens and gesturing with one arm. “We’re here to show you some of the products Void Corporation is in the process of perfecting.”
Theodore stood back, still, pale, and wordless while Zera took in the surroundings.
Here it is, she thought. This is what they meant. All of THIS. A wave of nausea went through her. She hoped she wouldn’t become physically ill like her uncle.
Lily motioned to Bear and they strode to a table in the corner.
“Here we have milk-choco-cane prototypes,” said Lily, “the combination cacao tree/sugar cane/cow plants that they’re developing in hopes of making ‘instant’ chocolate and mountains of money.”
The camera panned along rows of two-foot high, cane-like plants. Some of the plants’ leaves and stems had white and black coloration, some looked almost furred, but most were just plain green. All were freaks. Interspersed on narrow stems, fat green pods, where the cocoa beans normally grew, hugged the cane. The pods were green, but — they moved. From some came a faint, bawling sound. Tiny green calves wiggled under the skin of green. The noises they made created a soft, lowing din, muffled cries of “Maw . . . maw . . . maw . . .”
“Now this batch is obviously rejects; after all, who wants a field of bawling plants? The little guys are still showing their mammalian genetic material, and we can’t have that, can we, Void Corporation?” said Lily. “It can take years to get it all worked out. Meanwhile, there are thousands of failures like these. Failed experiments destined to be tossed into a landfill.”
Zera wished she could cover her ears and her nose. The air stank from the soil, a chocolate-manure stench. She felt the calves’ hunger and longing. How could they do this? Create life, and then just kill them off? For chocolate? Zera wondered if she’d ever be able to eat her favorite sweet again.
Lily continued, “You see, everything must be perfect before it goes out to the consumer, perfectly hidden, that is. All wrapped up in neat packaging and tied up with a pretty bow. Otherwise people might find these products morally questionable. Void can’t have that, can they? They want our reality altered and sanitized.
“Now stop crying, babies,” she said to the plants. “Even though there’s no mother’s milk for you, you’ll soon be out of your misery. You’re just a step in Void’s process.
“But I digress.” Lily faced the camera again. “This, my friends, is only the beginning of the freak-show here at Void Chemical Corporation’s Research and Development facility. We’ll take you on a short tour, here in the greenhouse, where the work is out in the open, at least to the employees — who are all, by the way, under contracts of secrecy. Then we’ll descend into Void’s top-secret research nursery, hidden in this building’s underbelly. What you will see there will shock, sicken, and, hopefully, enlighten you.”
Through her disgust and the growing sick feeling that came with her psychic connection with the plants around her, Zera admired the way Lily seemed so self-assured in front of the camera.
Lily walked to the next area. It contained a group of Christmas trees, a few dozen glowing, table-sized trees with hundreds of tiny yellow lights. The group followed her. Pretty, thought Zera. For a moment she was dazzled by the creations. I wonder how they made these?
Her arms spread wide, Lily indicated the trees. “These look nice, don’t they? Might even be ready for next Christmas, but the ‘Yule Fly’ tree project has a few kinks in it as well.” Bear adjusted the lens for a close-up, and Zera, standing next to him, saw through the flatscreen viewfinder the source of the lights — fireflies. On all of the branches were the glowing firefly tails, but the problem was that other parts of the insects’ bodies were there too. Some lights had partial bodies attached; some even had heads with wiggling antennae. None had just the glowing tails of the insect. Zera looked at her uncle, standing next to James. His expression was blank.
Lily offered a grim smile. “Sometimes things look pretty and they seem cool — but when you look a little closer you get the whole story. This stuff can be cleaned up eventually, but the fact is that underneath, it is what it is. A monstrosity.” She walked down rows of plants, to tall trees growing in immense water-nutrient tanks. The trees, some scrawny and some already more than ten feet tall, were struggling to grow, right before their eyes.
“They call these ‘moaks.’ Aren’t they special?” Lily feigned appreciation for them, smiling into the camera lens. “A combination of mice and oak trees. A Void concoction for fast-growing trees to make fast-furniture, fast-homes, and other fast stuff. What they’ve discovered, though, is that supplying these trees with enough nutrients to match their fantastic growth rates is difficult. As you can see, they’ve been unable to feed this one successfully and the top is dying out.”
Bear focused the camera on a tree. At the bottom, the bark wriggled with thousands of long gray tails. The tails twitched and moved like long worms. Farther up the tree the tails moved more slowly, and at the top, they hung motionless. The foliage was a deathly yellow and brown. The stench was horrible. Suddenly nauseated, Zera steadied herself by grabbing a table. No one noticed.
“Everything has a price,” Lily said. “There are never easy solutions. And apparently it takes modern man too much time to find solutions to keep both our planet and our souls healthy. But I am relieved that they’ve ‘finally gotten the squeaks out of this one.’” No one laughed. Lily shook her head. “That’s one of the in-jokes at the lab here at Void. They have narrowed it down to just the tails!”
Lily headed to the far end of the greenhouse, and Bear, James, and Zera followed. Zera’s stomach bothered her more every minute. Theodore lagged behind them all, paler than he was in the bathroom. Zera glanced at him periodically, but her uncle was in his own world, eyes downcast.
“Now for the walatoes. The walrus/tomato combination that Void is developing in attempt to grow tomatoes in the Arctic. We just can’t get enough tomatoes, can we?” She stopped and turned to face the camera again. “Here they are. Lovely, aren’t they?”
Table upon table was filled with what looked like tomato plants. Some of the red, super-large fruits sported walrus tusks, nostrils and whiskers.
“There are endless combinations possible. And look, some do not even have obvious walrus features. It looks like they’re getting closer here.”
The camera scanned a three-foot-tall plant, and Lily plucked a firm, ripe, normal-looking tomato hanging above one with walrus whiskers. As she picked it, the nostrils on a tomato next to it snorted, blowing tomato seeds on her. Another tomato, one closer to her with tiny tusks, lurched forward, feebly trying to jab her arm.
“Yum, nothing like a fresh, vine-ripened tomato,” she said, wiping the seed-covered back of her hand on her jeans. “But I don’t think I’ll bite; what about you?” She held the tomato out to the camera and as the camera focused in, the tomato pulsated, as if it were going through its death throes. Lily set the tomato down and made her way toward the nosiest part of the greenhouse.
I’ll never look at tomatoes the same way again either thought Zera angrily, the walatoes’ rage carrying into her own emotions. While she had known about burg-fries, and other products, actually seeing these plants “in development” was a night and day difference. No one had said anything, but she was sure she was as flushed as Theodore was pale. She now felt hot, as if she had a fever. The Green Man and Woman are right. It has gone too far.
“Now I’d like to introduce a human experimentation, which is illegal, but, here at Void, they seem to be able to do what they want. James Dubson, a Green Guerilla who has been working undercover at Void Corporation.”
Zera glanced at her uncle, who was grayer than the mouse tails on the dying moaks. He knows, she thought, her heart heavy. She remembered the nightmare, the nightmare they shared. He finally understands. The insight didn’t make her feel any better, but she didn’t
feel like puking anymore. For the first time since they arrived she understood. She saw the entire picture, what it all meant. Zera heard the creations’ voices and felt their longing to be what they were supposed to be. It was as if billions years of biology, adaptation, and struggle was a train derailed. At least now the world would know.
James moved to stand beside Lily, his face, hair, and eyes glowing a mottled green-white from trying to blend in with his surroundings and his lab coat.
“James,” Lily said, “was in an illegal experiment, an attempt to create human skin coloration that serves as a camouflage. He participated in Void Corporation’s JVS, Juvenile Volunteer Scientist program. This program is in partnership with, I hope unwittingly, state and local governments. Young people in trouble with the law, mostly kids in foster care, have the option of repaying their debt to society by volunteering for Void Corporation, participating in a ‘work camp program,’ doing clean-up work in the facilities and on the grounds, things like that. Well, James was in the program last year and after he completed the program and turned eighteen years old, he was contacted by Void Corporation. They asked if he’d be willing to participate in a secret experiment. James got a little more than he bargained for.” She turned to James. “Did they give you any warning that this,” Lily gestured to James’ face and hands, “could happen?”
“No way,” said James. “I was working at Burger Depot, and they called me, said I could be in this awesome experiment and they’d pay me some pretty good money. They said the effects would be temporary. That it’d be the coolest thing ever, that I’d be almost invisible.
“When it kept up,” said James, pointing to his head, “they told me not to worry, that they’d come up with something to fix it.”
“And have they, James?”
“The scientist who worked with me said that the genetic material has fused in a way they didn’t expect.” James looked down shyly, then back at the camera. He took off his lab coat and sat it on a table. He was wearing a black and white striped short-sleeved shirt underneath and as the coat came off his skin began to get mottled again, with darker spots — spots that changed to black and white stripes.