Everfound s-3

by Neal Shusterman

  “Charlie…?”

  He turned, surprised to see Nick standing there.

  “What are you doing here?” Nick asked.

  Charlie found that he had no words to explain all he was thinking and feeling, so instead he began to sing.

  “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind.. .”

  Then before he could change his mind or be pulled away, he reached out his hand…

  “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne. ..”

  … and he touched the statue.

  “Charlie, no!”

  But the deed was done. A coin-size piece of the statue vanished, and a tunnel appeared before him with a light at its end, both bright and warm. Suddenly all the memories that had been lost to Charlie came back to him.

  Something was talking in his head now too-not a voice, but a feeling. It was something he knew he was meant to share, but his mind was so full of memories of the life he had lived, it was hard to make room for the words that were fuzzily forming in his head. Still, he tried to get them out as best as he could, because he knew he didn’t have much time.

  “Fat Alamo… the Trinity… Ground Zero…”

  “Charlie?”

  “Hey, that’s right! Charlie really is my name! How about that?”

  Then he shot down the tunnel into the light and got where he was going.

  CHAPTER 45

  Mikey, the God

  T here was only so much Mikey could take, so many petty transformation requests from the king and his flatterers that he could stomach. He had once told Clarence that he was not a circus monkey, yet this was his role in the court of King Yax, and although the king promised no leash, he might as well have been on one. Jix had told him to have patience, but that had never been, nor would it ever be, one of Mikey McGill’s virtues.

  When he tired of showing Mikey off around the city, the king boarded his sedan chair, carried by four strong subjects, each with one shoulder substantially lower than the other. He made Mikey walk.

  “Come, changeling,” the king said, “we shall return to the forge to witness the completion of the statue, and you shall entertain us with your transformations there.”

  They made their way through the dancing, singing, partying crowds, and as they crossed the huge grass square, where the shadow of the pyramid fell, Mikey came across Jix.

  “This isn’t working,” he told Jix, lagging far enough behind the king so he couldn’t hear. “I can change myself into too many things-he’ll never get bored.”

  “Yes, it’s a problem,” Jix admitted.

  “And I have a solution,” said Mikey. “But I need you to distract the king so I can get away.”

  “Not now, I’m busy” said Jix. “The king’s vizier has vanished, and I have to find him.”

  “Why?” said Mikey. “Vari’s a weasel. If you can’t find him, it’s good riddance. I’d be happy to never see him again.”

  “Yes, but weasels are sneaky,” said Jix, “and he’s likely to pop out of the mulberry bush at the worst possible time.”

  “Look for him later. Distract the king now,” Mikey said. “I promise you’ll be glad you did.”

  And so reluctantly, Jix made his way to the front of the sedan chair.

  “Your Excellency,” Jix said. “I need to discuss with you the… uh… the Inca threat to our southern border.”

  “What Inca threat?” asked the king. “Why weren’t we informed of this?”

  While behind them, Mikey slipped away.

  Ten minutes later, the City of Souls was besieged by a creature standing atop the pyramid, and was rocked by a voice so loud, that it shook the ground.

  “YAX K’UK MO’!”

  All eyes turned to the pyramid, where a fearsome plumed serpent with searing jade eyes peered down from the pyramid peak.

  “YAX K’UK MO’!”

  The creature looked very much like the carvings and mosaics of Kukulcan, the single most powerful Mayan god. Of course, it did look a little bit different from the artwork, with few extra eyes in the wrong places-but who could expect human artists to capture the likeness of a god?

  The king, who was still being briefed by Jix on the nonexistent Inca threat, rose from his sedan chair, shaking in such terror that all his gold rattled. “We are being summoned by the God of the Elements!”

  “YAX K’UK MO’,” the god commanded, “YOU HAVE ANGERED THE GODS, AND HAVE MISTREATED MY MESSENGERS. I SUMMON YOU NOW TO MY PYRAMID. DO NOT

  KEEP ME WAITING!” And the god breathed out fire for emphasis.

  Still trembling, the king left his sedan chair and struggled to climb the steps of the pyramid while his entire kingdom watched.

  “We are here, Lord Kukulcan,” said the king as he arrived. “We will do whatever you desire.”

  “FIRST OF ALL,” the glorious feathered serpent said, “YOU WILL NO LONGER REFER TO YOURSELF AS ‘WE.’ IT’S ANNOYING. YOU ARE AN ‘I,’ JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.”

  “Yes, Lord Kukulcan.”

  “AND YOU WILL TREAT MY MESSENGERS FROM THE NORTH WITH RESPECT, AND HEED THE THINGS THEY SAY, OR I SHALL PUT THE MIDDLE-REALM IN WORTHIER HANDS.”

  “Yes, Lord Kukulcan.”

  Then the god addressed the entire kingdom. “KING YAX K’UK MO’ WILL LEAD YOU INTO BATTLE AGAINST THE EASTERN WITCH, BECAUSE IT WILL PLEASE ME TO SAVE THE LIVING WORLD FROM DESTRUCTION.”

  “Yes, Lord Kukulcan,” said King Yax. “Whatever you say, O God of the elements, O God of healing, O God of rebirth, O God of-”

  “-ENOUGH OF THAT!” said the serpent. “NOW GO AND DO AS I SAID!” Then the serpent roared and hissed and spun and vanished in a fiery burst of flame.

  When the god was gone, everyone turned to the king for direction, but it took all his strength just to get down from the pyramid without falling.

  As all eyes were on the king, nobody noticed the boy running down the stone steps at the back of the pyramid, trying to make the last of his feathers go away.

  Once properly motivated, the king wasted no time in preparing the journey to battle the Eastern Witch. Fearing that someone would install themselves as king in his absence, he decided to take the entire population with him. He even unstuck the wailers from the city wall. “Where I go, the kingdom goes,” King Yax declared, struggling to use the word “I.”

  Since Afterlights can squeeze themselves into any confined space, with virtually no added weight, the king ordered the entire population into the vast infrastructure of the Hindenburg -even those with wings, just in case they decided to fly the coop on the way. He installed the completed statue of himself in the stairwell landing, because it was too big, and too tall, to get any farther into the ship. “All my subjects will see its glory as they come up the gangway stairs,” he proclaimed.

  While the City of Souls piled itself into the great airship, King Yax gave “the messengers of Kukulcan,” an entire temple, and a phalanx of guards to protect them.

  To Nick, however, it felt more like house arrest. Mikey paced, Jix tried to hide his anxiety by grooming himself, and Johnnie-O, who was depressed that Charlie was gone, did nothing but complain.

  … Fat Alamo, the Trinity, Ground Zero…

  Charlie’s words stuck in Nick’s mind. He could have dismissed them as the randomness of a spirit in transition, but he knew that one never thought more clearly than at the moment before disappearing into the light. Watching Charlie leave Everlost struck Nick harder than anyone else’s exit. He knew he should have been happy-after all, it had been Nick’s entire purpose to free the souls stuck here-but watching a friend go was always difficult to bear.

  Every day Nick was more and more himself. His fingers were emerging from the chocolate. Spots of white appeared on his shirt. Bit by bit, Nick was coming back from the brown. With it, however, came a sense of responsibility, and the kind of heartache he felt upon seeing Charlie go. It was almost easier being the simpleminded ogre, who understood little and had no depth to hi
s emotions.

  Since Nick had been given the cryptic message-if it was even a message at all-it left him as the new unofficial leader of the group. It had been a long time since Nick had been in a position of leadership.

  “The king thinks the gods will direct him to Mary Hightower,” Jix said. “Which I might believe if the gods had actually spoken to him, but they didn’t.” He glanced over to Mikey, who got defensive.

  “What are you looking at me for? I got him to go to war with my sister, didn’t I? Isn’t that what we were trying to do?”

  “We need to figure out what Charlie was trying to say,” Nick reminded them.

  “Why?” said Johnnie. “Why bother? I say we stay here after the freakin’ blimp leaves, and eat all the food king ‘Yakin’ Kook Moon’ leaves behind!”

  “No, Nick is right,” said Jix. “We can’t just ignore it. If it came from the light, then it’s a message from the gods.”

  “You mean God!” said Johnnie. “I might not remember my life, but I do know I went to Sunday school, so I know there ain’t a whole bunch of ‘gods,’ there’s only one, unless you mean the holy Trinity, which is kinda like one divided into three-and hey-I’ll bet that’s what Charlie meant. He saw the Holy Trinity when he looked into the light!”

  Nick shook his head. “He couldn’t have seen anything yet-the tunnel’s like an air lock. By the time you see what’s there, it’s too late to tell anyone.”

  “So the gods must mean something else,” said Jix.

  “God, not gods!” insisted Johnnie.

  Nick threw up his hands. “God, gods, or whatever,” said Nick. “Right now, it doesn’t matter whether it’s Jesus, or Kukulcan, or a dancing bear at the end of the tunnel. What matters is that we have a clue, and we have to figure it out.”

  “Why?” Johnnie asked again. “Why does God-excuse me, I mean ‘the Light of Universal Whatever’-why does it just give us a freakin’ impossible clue? Why can’t it just tell us what we’re supposed to do?”

  “Because,” said Mikey, “the Dancing Bear wants us to suffer.”

  But Jix had a different opinion on the matter. “I think the Universe wants only to point us in a direction, not tell us what to do. If it tells us, then we’re not really choosing. It only means something if we choose it.”

  “Yeah, but if we’re supposed to save the stinkin’ world, why make it so hard?” said Johnnie. “In fact, why make us do it at all? If ‘the light’ is all-powerful, then ‘the light’ oughta save the world itself, and leave us alone.”

  “Maybe it doesn’t want to save the world,” said Nick.

  Mikey laughed bitterly. “If that’s what you think, then why are you even here? You should join my sister; you’re in love with her anyway.”

  “Just hear me out,” said Nick. “Mary wants to destroy the living world. We want to save it. The ‘Universal Whatever’ is willing to accept either outcome, so it makes the odds fifty-fifty.”

  “ ‘Fifty-fifty’?” said Mikey. “If you ask me, Mary’s got the advantage right now.”

  “So if you were the light at the end of the tunnel, how would you even out the odds?” Nick asked.

  “I’d tell the losing side to get a clue!”

  “Or,” said Nick, “you’d give them a clue…”

  Nick’s thought left everyone speechless. Suddenly the temple around them began to actually feel like a temple, and although none of them worshipped at the same altar, there was a sudden singularity of purpose that bound them.

  … Fat Alamo, the Trinity, Ground Zero…

  “It’s places we’ve been,” said Mikey. “It has to be. Ground Zero is what the living call the place where Mary used to live. You know-the towers that gave her her name. And Jix was at the Alamo, right?

  “So maybe we’re supposed to go back to those places,” offered Nick.

  Johnnie pointed an oversize finger at Mikey. “I ain’t going back nowhere unless it’s where I started. And anyway, it don’t explain the Trinity.”

  Jix scratched his whiskers and gave it more thought. “ Alamo is Spanish for a kind of tree…”

  “So we’re looking for a fat tree?” asked Mikey.

  “Perhaps.” Jix went over to one of the guards “?Donde hay un alamo gordo?”

  The guard shrugged. “Los alamos son todos delgados.”

  Suddenly something caught in Nick’s mind with such force, he thought his brain might be ecto-ripped right out of his head. “What did you just say?”

  “I just asked him if he knows where-”

  But Nick cut Jix off. “Los Alamos… Alamogordo! My God, I know what it means. I know exactly what it means!” They all looked at him, waiting, and Nick tried to keep his voice steady. “There’s this town in New Mexico called Alamogordo. It’s kind of famous if you’re a geek, and I think I was one, when I was alive. The thing is, Alamogordo has its own ‘ground zero.’ I imagine it would be like a giant deadspot-perfectly round.”

  “Charlie and I saw that!” said Johnnie-O. “We passed right over it. It was weird-full of static and stuff.”

  “That’s only two out of three,” Jix pointed out. “It doesn’t explain ‘the Trinity.’”

  “Not THE Trinity-just ‘Trinity,’” Nick explained. “That’s the name of the site!”

  “You figured it out!” said Mikey, slapping him on the back. “That’s good news, isn’t it?”

  Nick swallowed nervously. “Trinity was a military test site.” And as he thought about it, all his remaining chocolate began to harden and crack like fused desert sand. “Mary’s going to the place where they tested the first atomic bomb.”

  In her book My Struggle: The Quest for a Perfect World, Mary Hightower writes, “Destiny is the sum of the choices that God knows we’ll make.”

  For once, Allie the Outcast doesn’t disagree, but she adds, “Not even Einstein can do that kind of math.”

  PART SEVEN

  Journada de Muerto

  E=MC2

  T here are about three hundred billion stars to a galaxy, and more than eighty billion galaxies in the known universe. That means that if only one in a million planets can support life, and one in a million of those actually has life, and one in a million of those planets has intelligent life… then there are at least one and a half million civilizations out there.

  Of course, chances are they’ll never find one another, being so spread out in time and space. Yet all of these civilized worlds have distinct similarities when it comes to the works and wisdom of the living, namely, the “befores” and “afters” that define every intelligent world: before and after the harnessing of fire before and after written language before and after the smelting of iron

  But above and beyond all of these is the single most important milestone of all: before and after a world discovers the ability to lower the number of life-sustaining planets by one.

  On July 16, 1945, the human race reached the single most important man-made moment in its history. In the Jornada de Muerto -“Journey of Death”-desert, near Alamogordo, New Mexico, mankind discovered the power to end all life on earth. Until that moment, it had only been an idea, a mathematical calculation in the minds of geniuses who could theorize a step beyond the average individual. But on that fateful day, the smartest minds in the world, funded by the wealthiest nation in the world, toward the end of the most devastating war the world had ever known, turned theory into reality.

  The first atom bomb, modestly called “The Gadget,” was detonated, in the single greatest moment of earthly invention and destruction, for the power to create always goes hand in hand with the power to destroy. The twenty-kiloton blast firmly put the blade of self-annihilation into the hands of mankind, and from that moment on, nothing on earth would ever be the same.

  The bomb was not beloved, but even so, the universe could not ignore such a world-altering event, and so at the very instant The Gadget was dropped from its tower and detonated, the entire blast zone crossed into Everlost, becoming the world’s la
rgest deadspot, perfectly round, and perfectly preserved. And at ground zero, the very center of the deadspot, sat the bomb itself. While its atoms had been shredded in the living world, in Everlost, The Gadget sat a millimeter above the Journey of Death desert, poised at the last microsecond before detonation, waiting at that final moment of infinite possibility.

  Waiting, perhaps, for Mary Hightower.

  CHAPTER 46

  The Sum of All Tears

  M ary Hightower and her huge cumulus of Afterlights crossed the Nevada desert, pulled by Mary’s conviction that something spectacular lay ahead of them. They carried with them more than twenty Interlights whose bodies lay comatose back in the town of Artesia. If all went according to plan, every single one of them would awake as a skinjacker.

  On a bright chilly January morning, Mary stepped from the living-world desert, and onto the Trinity deadspot. Mary was not a girl easily impressed. She had seen many things in her deathtime, but nothing could prepare her for this moment. All around them, on a deadspot that stretched for more than a mile, was a treasure trove of crossed objects. The ground was a giant repository of random items. Chairs and cars and toys and clothes and books and boxes and basically every type of manmade object imaginable stretched for as far as the eye could see. Flashes of static, like tiny forked lightning, sparked around them every few seconds; phantom branches of light, shooting between metal objects.

  Clearly this wasn’t just a deadspot; it was some kind of vortex. In all her years in Everlost, bargaining and trading with finders for crossed items to keep her children in perpetual comfort, she had never had seen so many things. Not even her brother, during his monstrous days filling the cargo holds of the Sulphur Queen, had ever accumulated this much! Mary had no idea where it had all come from, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it was here now, for her, and for her children.