by Dom Testa
* * *
He wasn’t. Lita Marques had every intention of being asleep by ten, and had planned on an early morning workout in the gym before breakfast and the crew meeting. But now it was past midnight, and she found herself walking into Galahad’s clinic, usually referred to by the crew as Sick House. It was under her supervision, a role that came naturally to the daughter of a physician.
Walking in the door she was greeted with surprise by Mathias, an assistant who manned the late shift tonight.
“What are you doing here?” he said, quickly dragging his feet off his desk and sitting upright.
“No, please, put your feet back up,” Lita said with a smile. “You know we’re very informal here, especially in the dead of night.” She walked over to her own desk and plopped down. “And to answer your question … I don’t know. Couldn’t sleep, so decided to maybe work for a bit.”
Mathias squinted at her. “You doing okay with everything? I mean … with Alexa … and Tree. I mean…”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking, though.” She moved a couple of things around on her desk. “It’s just … you know, we’ll get through it all just fine.”
A moment of awkward silence fell between them. Lita continued to shuffle things in front of her, then realized how foolish it looked. She chanced a quick glance toward Mathias and caught his concerned look. “Really,” she said.
And then she broke down. Seeming to come from nowhere, a sob burst from her, and she covered her face with her hands. A minute later she felt a presence and lowered her hands to find Mathias kneeling beside her.
“I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “What can I do?”
“There’s nothing you can do. But thank you.” Suddenly embarrassed, she funneled all of her energy into looking composed and under control. “Really, it’s probably just a lack of sleep, and … well, you know.”
Mathias shook his head. “I don’t want to speak out of place, but you don’t have to act tough in front of me. We’re talking about losing your two best friends within a matter of days. There’s no doubt that you need some sleep, but it’s more than that. And that’s okay, Lita.”
She nodded and put a worried smile on her face. “You know what? Sometimes I wish I wasn’t on the Council; I think sometimes we’re too concerned with being a good example, and we forget to be ourselves.”
“Well, you can always be yourself around me,” he said, moving from her side and dropping into the chair facing her desk. He picked up a glass cube on her desk, the one filled with sand and tiny pebbles taken from the beach near Lita’s home in Veracruz, Mexico. She found that not only did it bring her comfort, it attracted almost everyone who sat at her desk.
Mathias twisted the cube to one side, watching the sand tumble, forming multicolored layers of sediment. “So, I’ll be curious to see what Gap says at this meeting,” he said, never taking his eyes off the cube. He left the comment floating between them.
“I don’t envy Gap right now,” Lita said. “We’ve been through so much in this first year, but especially in the last two weeks.” She paused, and stared at her assistant. “I know everyone’s curious about what he intends to do, but there’s not much I can say right now.”
Mathias shrugged and placed the glass cube back on her desk. “I guess a few of us just wondered if he was going to become the new Council Leader.”
“He’s temporarily in charge. But we don’t know for sure what’s happened to Triana. She’s still the Council Leader.”
“Well, yeah, of course,” Mathias said. “But…” He looked up at her. “I mean, she disappeared into a wormhole. Could she even survive that?”
Lita’s first instinct was irritation; Triana had been gone for forty-eight hours, and Mathias seemed to have written her off. And, if so, chances were that he wasn’t alone. It was likely, in fact, that when the auditorium filled up in the morning, many of the crew members would be under the assumption that Galahad’s leader was dead. It would have been unthinkable only days ago, but …
But they had stood in silence to pay their final respects to Alexa just hours before Triana’s flight. Now anything seemed possible.
The realization cooled Lita’s temper. It wasn’t Mathias’s fault; he was merely acting upon a natural human emotion. Lita’s defense of Triana stemmed from an entirely different, but no less powerful, emotion: loyalty to a friend.
When she finally spoke, her voice was soft. “This crew has learned pretty quickly that when we jump to conclusions, we’re usually wrong. I’m sure Gap will do a good job of explaining things, so we know what’s going on and what we can look forward to. Let’s just wait until the meeting before we assume too much.”
Mathias gave a halfhearted nod. “Yeah. Okay.” Slowly, a sheepish look crossed his face. “And I’m sorry. Triana’s your friend; I shouldn’t be saying this stuff. I’m just…”
“It’s all right,” Lita said. “We’re all shaken up. Now let me do a little work so I can wear myself out enough to sleep.”
* * *
Once the clock in her room clicked over to midnight, Channy Oakland climbed out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and a vivid red T-shirt, woke up the cat who was contorted into a ball on her desk chair, and trudged to the lift at the end of the hall. Two minutes later, carrying Iris over her shoulder like a baby, she peered through the murky light of Dome 1. There was no movement.
Two massive domes topped the starship, housing the Farms and providing a daily bounty which fed the hungry crew of teenagers. Clear panels, set amongst a crisscrossing grid of beams, allowed a spectacular view of the cosmos to shine in, and quickly became a favorite spot for crew quiet time.
It was especially quiet at this late hour. Channy could see a couple of farm workers milling about in the distance, but for the most part Dome 1 was deserted. She took her usual route down a well-trodden path, and deposited Iris near a dense patch of corn stalks. “See you in twenty minutes,” she said in a hushed tone to the cat, then, on a whim, retreated toward the main entrance. She turned off the path and made for the Farms’ offices.
Her instinct had been right on. Lights burned in Bon’s office. She leaned against the doorframe and glanced at the tall boy who stood behind the desk. “Something told me I’d find you here,” she said.
Bon Hartsfield glanced up only briefly before turning back to a glowing workpad. “Not unusual for me to be here, day or night,” he said. “You know that. The question is, what are you doing up here this late. Wait, let me guess: cat duty.”
“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I might as well let Iris stretch her legs.”
Bon grunted a reply, but seemed bored by the exchange. Channy took a couple of steps into the office, her hands in her back pockets. “How are you doing?”
He looked up at her, but this time his gaze lingered. “Wanna be more specific?”
She shrugged, then took two more steps toward his desk. “Oh, you know; Alexa, Triana … everything.”
He looked back down at his workpad. His shaggy blond hair draped over his face. “I’m doing fine. Sorry, but I have to check out a water recycling pump.” He walked around his desk toward the door.
“Mind if I walk along with you?” Channy said. “I have to pick up Iris in a few minutes anyway.”
“Suit yourself,” he said without stopping.
His strides were long and quick. She hustled to keep up until he veered from the path into a thick growth of leafy plants. It was even darker here; she was happy when Bon flicked on a flashlight, its tightly focused beam bobbing back and forth before them. The air was warm and damp, and the heavy vegetation around them blocked much of the ventilating breeze. Channy felt sweat droplets on her chocolate-toned skin.
“You would have loved Lita’s song—”
“Why are you whispering?” he called back to her.
“I don’t know, it’s very quiet and peaceful in here. All right, I’ll speak up. I said that you would have loved Lita’s song for Alexa at the funeral.�
�� When he didn’t respond, but instead continued to push ahead through the gloom, she added, “But I understand why you weren’t there.”
“I’m so glad. It would have wrecked my day if you were upset with me.”
“Okay, Mr. Sarcastic. I’m just trying to talk to you.”
“Next subject.”
A leafy branch slapped back against Channy’s face. “Ouch. Excuse me, is this a race?”
“You wanted to come, I didn’t invite you.”
They popped out of the heavy growth into a diamond-shaped clearing. Bon stopped quickly, and Channy barely managed to throw on the brakes without plowing into his back. A moment later he was down on one knee. “Here,” he said, holding the flashlight out to her. “If you want to tag along, do something helpful. Point this right here.”
She trained the light onto the two-foot-tall block that housed a water recycling pump. One of the precious resources on Galahad, water was closely monitored and conserved. Every drop was recycled, which meant these particular pumps were crucial under the domes. After a handful of breakdowns early in the mission, they were now checked constantly.
“I guess Gap will try to explain at the meeting what Tree did,” Channy said, sitting down on the loosely packed soil. She kept the flashlight trained on the pump, but occasionally shifted her grasp in order to throw a bit of light toward Bon’s face. “Although I have to admit, I don’t think I’ll ever understand why she did it.”
She waited for Bon to respond, but he seemed to want nothing to do with the conversation. She added, “Do you think she did the right thing?”
“Keep the light steady right here,” he said. For half a minute he toiled in silence, before finally answering her. “It doesn’t matter what I think. Triana did what she did, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Channy said. “I know you like to play it cool, but you have to have an opinion.”
Bon wiped sweat and a few strands of hair from his face, then leaned back on his heels and stared at her. “You don’t care about my opinion. You’re trying to get me to talk about Triana, either because you’re upset with her, or because you’re trying to get some kind of reaction from me about her. I’m not a fool.”
“And neither am I. I don’t know why you have to act so tough, Bon, when we both know that you have feelings for her. And, if you ask me, you had feelings for Alexa, too. Did you ever stop to think that it might be good for you to talk about these feelings, rather than keep them bottled up inside all the time?”
“And why should I talk to you?”
“Because I’m the one person on the ship who’s not afraid to ask you about it, that’s why.”
“You’re the nosiest, there’s no question.”
Channy slowly shook her head. “If I didn’t think it would help you, I wouldn’t ask. I’m not here for me, you know.”
“Right.”
“I’m not. I just want to help. There were two people on this ship you had feelings for, and they’re both gone, just like that. Why do you feel like you have to deal with it by yourself? Are you so macho that you can’t—”
“Please put the light back on the recycler.”
“Forget the recycler!” Channy said. “Have you even cried yet? I cried my eyes out over Alexa, and I’ll probably end up doing the same for Triana if she doesn’t come back soon. You won’t talk, you won’t cry.” She paused and leaned toward him, a look of exasperation staining her face. “What’s wrong with you?”
He stared back at her with no expression. After a few moments, she tossed the flashlight to the ground, stood up, and stormed off down the path to find Iris.
Bon looked at the flashlight, its beam slicing a crazy angle toward the crops behind him. His breathing became heavy. For a moment he glanced down the path, his eyes blazing. Then, with a shout, he slammed a fist into the plastic covering of the recycling pump, sending a piece of it spinning off into the darkness. It wasn’t long before he felt a warm trickle of blood dripping from his hand.
Tor Teen Reader’s Guide
The Dark Zone: A Galahad Book
By Dom Testa
About This Guide
The information, activities, and discussion questions that follow are intended to enhance your reading of The Dark Zone. Please feel free to adapt these materials to suit your needs and interests.
About the Author
Dom Testa grew up a world-traveling air force “brat” with a passion for radio. He got his first radio job at the age of sixteen. In 1993, he joined Colorado’s MIX 100, where he now cohosts the award-winning Dom and Jane Show. The author is a frequent speaker at schools and libraries. His passion for reading, writing, and education is profoundly evident in his Galahad books as well as his Big Brain Club, a foundation dedicated to encouraging young people to be proud of their intellectual accomplishments. He lives in Colorado.
Writing and Research Activities
I. The Same, Different
A. Divide a sheet of paper into two columns. Date the right-hand column with today’s date and the left-hand column with an earlier date, such as the start of the school year, New Year’s Day, or simply one year ago. In the right column, jot down some facts about yourself from appearance (hair color, height, style) to activities (sports, arts, volunteer) to relationships (home address, dynamics between parents and siblings, responsibilities around the house, best friends). Complete the left column, describing the status of your right-column entries on the the earlier date.
B. Write a short essay commenting on the changes (or lack of changes) you observed in exercise I.A, above. Compare and contrast your observations with those of friends or classmates.
C. In the character of Triana, Bon, Channy, Lita, Gap, Alexa, or Taresh reflecting on his or her almost-year aboard Galahad, write a journal entry beginning, “I never expected to change in this way but…”
D. A key reason the crew struggles to form a plan to deal with the mysterious vultures is that they cannot understand whether they are biological or technological, primitive or sophisticated, alive or not alive. Imagine you are a crew member aboard Galahad. Give a presentation to the Council (portrayed by friends or classmates) explaining the ways you perceive the vultures to be similar to and/or different from human beings, Roc, the Cassini, or other species or technologies of your choice. Employ graphics, models, PowerPoint, or other presentation software.
II. The Brain-Mind Mystery
A. Go to the library or online to learn more about the study of the brain-mind relationship. Create a short report or informational poster, profiling one or more scientists, philosophers, or other scholars (such as René Descartes, John Eccles, Steven Pinker, Geoffrey Hinton, or Daniel Dennet) who has commented on this topic.
B. Another dichotomy stemming from the brain-mind question is the issue of logic versus emotion. This is particularly notable in Channy’s handling of her feelings for Taresh. Write a short essay describing a situation in which your “heart interfered with your head,” like Channy’s. Or, comment on a favorite literary character who struggles with this problem, the outcome of the situation, and any advice you might give to this character.
C. Create a musical composition, sculpture, collage, dance, poem, or other artistic work depicting elements of the brain-mind mystery or the struggles that it can cause for teenagers.
III. Dark and Light
A. You are the Galahad crew member assigned to plan the funeral service for Alexa. Write an outline of the events, speakers, and other elements of this service. As you plan, consider the possibility that this may not be the last death aboard Galahad and that you are in some ways responsible for beginning a new tradition of grieving.
B. The designers of Galahad saw that relaxing in the naturalistic domes would be a popular unwinding activity for the crew. Use watercolors, chalk, or other visual arts media to create a picture of this place—with or without a threatening vulture attached to the outside. Write a poem or song celebrating the pleasure o
f the domes and/or about how the arrival of the vultures has disturbed this peaceful place.
C. Go to the library or online to learn more about dark energy, wormholes, or black holes. On a large sheet of paper, create an illustrated Fascinating Facts list based on your research to share with friends or classmates.
D. With a friend or classmate, role-play a conversation in which Roc and Triana debate her decision to travel into the wormhole, using information from exercise III.C, above, if desired. In the character of Triana, write a single paragraph beginning, “The most important reason I have decided to leave Galahad for the wormhole is…”
E. Similar to the beginning of this book, write Roc’s introduction to the next Galahad novel, explaining how Bon, Gap, Channy, and Lita reacted when they realized what Triana had done, and hinting at whether (and possibly how) the Council Leader will return to the ship.
Questions for Discussion
1. In the preface to The Dark Zone, supercomputer Roc poses the question, “What exactly is the difference between the brain and the mind?” How would you answer this question? If you were aboard Galahad, do you think you would interact with Roc in the same way as Triana or Gap? Explain your answer in terms of your sense of “brain” and “mind.”
2. What is important and unique about the opening scene of The Dark Zone? Over the course of the novel, do you think Alexa makes the right choices about sharing her “dreams”? Do you see any similarities between Alexa’s handling of her dream crisis with Channy’s handling of her romantic troubles? Explain your answer.
3. What challenges does the crew face, both emotionally and technologically, as Galahad enters its eleventh month of space travel? Have you ever faced comparable challenges in the life of your family, school, or community? Describe the similarities you perceive and the solutions you or others employed.