[Contributor 01.0] Contributor

by Nicole Ciacchella

  "Is everything okay?" her father asked, as she walked in.

  "Where's Mom?" She surveyed the living room. By the looks of things, her father must have just arrived home.

  "Sleeping," he said tiredly. Joshua would never give up on his wife, Dara knew that. But he had obviously come to believe he wouldn't be given the choice.

  Suddenly, Dara could no longer fight the need to confess. Her life didn't have to be this way. She knew that now. Despite what Magnum had taught her, she did have choices. They all had choices.

  "Dad, I have to tell you something, and it's best to tell you now, before Mom wakes up."

  The look on her father's face shifted from concern to alarm, and her heart leapt into her throat.

  "All...all right," he responded, sinking down onto a chair as if his legs could no longer support him. Dara eased into a chair across from him.

  "There are some things...about the wasteland that you...you don't know." Glancing up, she caught her father's eye and he nodded, indicating she should continue. She swallowed convulsively.

  "The part about me helping Letizia out of the transport is true. But there's more to it than that. Once I got her to shelter, someone...someone found us. Two people, actually. They took us to an underground bunker—"

  Joshua closed his eyes and exhaled, short and ragged. "So it's true then."

  Dara jumped. "You knew?"

  "Not about what happened to you. But I have heard rumors about resisters. I was even...curious about them. But I had you and your mother to think about and I couldn't... I just kept on going."

  "Does everyone know?" Dara felt as if she'd just been hit over the head. How oblivious had she been?

  "No, of course not! There have always been all kinds of crazy rumors, but most people don't seem to take them very seriously. Those who do... It's dangerous to talk about."

  "I know," Dara whispered. "It's why I didn't tell you. I didn't want to get you involved."

  Joshua seized his daughter's hands and held them tightly. "You did what you thought you had to do to protect me, and I appreciate that. But, Dara, I want you to know that I would risk everything for you and your mother."

  Her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to doubt you."

  "I know, sweetheart, I know. We're not meant to trust anyone other than the Job Creators; they can't afford for us to trust anyone else."

  "There's a guy I met. His name is Raj. He was a Ballast once, training to be a doctor. He found out about Mom, and he offered to help."

  "Are you communicating with them?" her father asked, clearly horrified.

  "No," she hastened to reassure him. "It's not me, it's—"

  "Letizia." Understanding dawned on his face. "That's why they helped you out in the wasteland."

  Dara nodded, terrified.

  "I'm not going to tell anyone," he promised. "If these people hadn't helped you... Have you told anyone about this?"

  "No, of course not." Dara knew to whom her father was referring. "Jonathan has so much faith in the system, and I..."

  Pain suffused Joshua's face, and he embraced her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm so sorry."

  At last, Dara allowed the tears to fall. "I don't think he can go where I'm going."

  "Where are you going?" her father asked, gently taking her by the shoulders so he could look into her eyes.

  "I don't know," she admitted. "But I can't just go on like this, not after everything that's happened."

  "Neither can I."

  "What should I tell Raj?"

  He swallowed. "I know Magnum wants to take your mother away. If this Raj can help us prevent that from happening, I'll be forever in his debt."

  Dara nodded, relieved. "He'll come tomorrow, after we leave for shift."

  They both started as they heard Leona beginning to move around. Joshua's grip tightened slightly on Dara's shoulders. "We only have a couple of days."

  "I know." Dara's voice was tight as she forced herself to stop crying and dry her tears, lest her mother see.

  "Then it's time to try whatever we can."

  "Are you sure about this?"

  "I'm as certain about this as I was the day I married your mother and the day you were born."

  They heard the door open, and the sound of Leona's hesitant steps.

  "I'm sorry about Jonathan. He's not a bad guy, and I know you care deeply about him."

  "I just wish... But there's no point in wishing. He's just so..."

  "He's a Contributor, through and through," Joshua sighed. "I never wanted this for you, never. You've known far too much heartbreak for someone so young. I want you to know that, no matter what, I'm here for you."

  "And I'm here for you," Dara replied, giving her dad a quick, fierce hug.

  Joshua hugged her back and then stood. Dara watched his face change as he prepared to do what he'd always done: pretend that everything was normal.

  Chapter 31

  Rising from her bed the next morning was a feat of pitting her physically exhausted body against her equally exhausted, but determined, mind. Fatigue sucked at her like a black void, draining the marrow from her bones. Her limbs felt leaden, her head pounded, and her eyes refused to focus. The effort seemed like such a waste. What was the point? She desperately wanted to lie in her bed and just give in to the horrible tiredness that seemed to define her every waking moment.

  She took the coldest shower she could stand, hoping the water would revive her. Though it did take some of the edge off, it could not do away with the awful heaviness of her body. The thought of walking to shift almost overwhelmed her.

  "Are you all right?" her father asked.

  "Not really," she admitted. "But neither are you."

  "Not really," he confirmed with a sigh.

  "How did things go with Mom last night?"

  "The same as usual. Hopefully, after today..."

  Dara nodded. Even if Raj couldn't help her mother improve enough to avoid being sent to a facility, Dara hoped he might be able to orchestrate her mother's disappearance. She had decided not to speak to her father about it just yet. Though certain he'd consent to it, Dara knew Leona's removal would likely mean they could never again see her, and Dara wasn't ready to lay that burden at her father's doorstep.

  "How did things go last night?" Joshua asked.

  "Well, actually. I came up with an alternate design and Letizia tested it rigorously, but couldn't find any flaws. She helped me polish it, and, honestly, I think it may be even better than my original."

  Her father's face relaxed. He breathed deeply and took a sip of coffee. "When will Andersen evaluate it?"

  "Tomorrow. We'll see how things go today. If I can squeeze out a couple more hours to work with Letizia—"

  "Yes, you can squeeze out a couple more. I can handle things here. I know how critical this is," her father interrupted.

  "Do you...do you think they allowed her to come home just to prove to us that we couldn't handle everything?"

  Joshua's face hardened. "It wouldn't surprise me. Either way, it's proof of the Creators' indifference. If they cared about their Contributors as they claim to, they'd be worried about our home lives as well."

  "All these years, I thought you and Mom were...well..."

  "You thought we bought into all this? I guess we did, sometimes. But there were always things that kind of nagged at me. Things that, no matter how hard I tried to justify them, I just couldn't stop thinking about. So don't make the mistake of thinking you've somehow made me a subversive. The arrogance of youth, always thinking they're the first to have an original thought," he teased. She smiled in spite of herself and hugged him.

  "I hoped things would be different for you, easier," he continued. "But then all of this happened and, well, here we are. I want you to know, though, that I'm prouder of you than I can say. You have the courage I've always been lacking."

  "You don't lack courage," she insisted, looking up at him. "Staying here, dealing with this, putting us
first, that's courage too."

  "Maybe. But it's also complacency."

  Troubled, she wondered if she did have the courage to break out of her own complacency. "We need to get going."

  He seemed to sense her troubled thoughts. Kissing the top of her head, he said, "I know you'll figure it all out."

  She couldn't even bring herself to respond. Hopefully his faith in her wasn't misplaced. Instead, she gave him one last hug before heading out into the living room to kiss her mother goodbye. Leona sat with a tablet, sliding a stylus across it unseeingly, her gaze focused somewhere in the middle distance. The sight made Dara's heart ache.

  "Do you remember that Raj is coming to visit you today?" Dara asked.

  "Raj. Yes," Leona said, forcing herself to focus her gaze on her daughter.

  "He'll help you out, but he'll have to leave for a little while in the afternoon, so the technician doesn't see him."

  "I can't tell the technician about him," Leona said, a faint crease appearing between her brows.

  "Right." Though telling Leona the truth was risky, neither Dara nor her father had wanted to lie about Raj. They simply had to trust that Leona wouldn't inadvertently let something slip.

  "I'm trying, Dara. I am." Her mother's pleading voice was heart-rending.

  "You're doing great," Dara assured her, sincerely. It wasn't Leona's fault that she wasn't getting the care and therapy she needed. She didn't lack the will to improve, she lacked the opportunity. Hopefully Raj could fill that gap.

  Dara kissed her mother goodbye and went outside to meet Jonathan. They exchanged some inane chatter as they walked. Though the distance between them disturbed her, the sense of detachment it brought was also something of a relief. She was too busy surreptitiously looking at everyone they passed to pay much attention to Jonathan.

  How did we get to be like nothing more than polite strangers?

  Her gaze fell on Raj, and she tried to remain as relaxed as possible so that Jonathan wouldn't notice.

  Raj pushed a broom around the edges of the thoroughfare, and Dara marveled that the people who passed him didn't even seem to notice his existence. She felt like he should stand out, like he should be emitting some sort of neon glow that everyone would find impossible to ignore. He flicked his gaze over the passing Contributors so subtly that she was sure she wouldn't have noticed it, had she not been looking for it. A few seconds later, his gaze flicked over her, and their eyes locked for the briefest of instants before he returned his attention to his sweeping.

  The day passed with interminable slowness. Dara marveled at how adept she had become at focusing her mind on the clock while her hands continued to tap away at her terminal. She worked all through lunch, something that had become the norm of late, despite her conviction that she couldn't work an entire shift without eating. Soon, she'd need smaller suits.

  Fortunately, Jonathan had a late meeting and couldn't walk home with her. She tried her best to walk with her normal brisk efficiency rather than breaking out into a run. Joshua must have felt the same sense of urgency, because he arrived at the apartment door almost at the same time she did.

  The living room was empty when they entered, but they heard the gentle clink of dishes in the kitchen. They headed that way and found Raj loading the dish sanitizer. He turned and smiled as they entered.

  "Contributor Morrow, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, approaching Dara's father with his hand extended.

  "Please, call me Joshua. After all you're doing for us—" her father answered, shaking Raj's hand vigorously between his own.

  "Oh no, please. I'm just happy to be doing whatever I can to try to help," Raj protested, looking genuinely embarrassed. "How are you, Dara?"

  "Relieved," she said.

  "Leona is taking a nap. She worked hard today." Raj closed the sanitizer and leaned against the counter, folding his arms over his chest. "She's very motivated to improve, which makes things easier, but she has many challenges ahead of her."

  "Do you think she can improve enough to avoid the facilities?" Joshua asked.

  Raj's face darkened at the mention of the facilities. "I'm not going to lie to you: I'm not sure that's possible, but I'll do all I can to try to make it so."

  Joshua swallowed hard and nodded. Dara's heart sank.

  "I honestly believe that, with extensive occupational and cognitive therapy, Leona can regain much of her independence. But she's not going to be the same person she was before," Raj cautioned them. "I'm sorry. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don't want you to have any illusions about her condition. It's very serious."

  "What can we do?" Dara whispered, blinking back her tears.

  "The only thing you can do is take it one day at a time. Celebrate her victories and continue to work to overcome her obstacles."

  With a nod, Joshua seemed to gather his resolve. He squared his shoulders and straightened his spine. "I agree. Let's just take it step by step."

  "I'm going to impose on you as little as I can. I'll bring my own food so that your consumption levels don't look suspicious. I'll slip in and out as unobtrusively as possible. But if you ever feel the risk is too great, all you have to do is tell me, and I'll stay away."

  Dara began to protest, but Raj waved it away.

  "Trust me, this is the best way of doing things. It's also best if I don't adopt a regular schedule. I can offer you as much time as you want, but I have to ask you to leave the details to me.

  "If anyone ever asks about me, you should tell them you had a problem with your trash chute and I came to fix it. If that does happen, please let Letizia know as soon as possible. She'll send me a message alerting me that it's necessary to change plans."

  "Of course," Joshua assured him. "But, please, I'd like to compensate you—"

  "No," Raj said, adamantly shaking his head. "Helping Leona is all the compensation I need."

  "Can you stay for a while tonight?" Dara asked. "I hate to ask you, but my dad could use some rest, and I need to go see Letizia about a project."

  "I'd be glad to," Raj said, smiling. "Why don't you go rest, Joshua? If you could take over with Leona when it's time for me to leave, I'd appreciate it. I'll show you a few techniques before I go."

  "Thank you," Joshua said, with another vigorous handshake. Raj smiled and nodded, and Joshua headed off to his room.

  "Raj, I don't know how to thank you. After how I acted, I—" Dara began.

  "I understand, Dara. Really, I do. Let's just never mention it again, okay? It's in the past."

  She nodded, not trusting her voice.

  "Why don't you go ahead and go to Letizia's?" He peered at her, a clinical expression coming over his face. "You should try to get more than an hour or two of rest tonight."

  She gave him a wavering smile. "Thanks to you, that just might be possible."

  He looked at her seriously. "You never have to be alone again, if you don't want to be. There are others beside me who are willing to help."

  "That's...it's really comforting," she said.

  "It is, isn't it?" He smiled and gestured toward the door. "Go on, now. The sooner you go, the sooner you can get back here and sleep."

  "Sounds wonderful," she sighed.

  Chapter 32

  It felt strange to sit in the conference room with the diminished apprenticeship group. Chen's exclusion continued; Dara hadn't seen him in days. Though things should probably have felt more balanced, somehow they didn't. Everything had changed, now that Dara had Javier's undivided attention. As Andersen rose from his seat, Dara saw Letizia staring intently at Javier, and she wondered if her master had similar thoughts.

  Thanks to Raj's help, Dara had enjoyed a full five hours of sleep, after spending several hours working with Letizia. They had found several ways to make her design more elegant, more innovative, and Dara now felt reasonably confident about it. Javier would have to present something truly mind-blowing to beat her, but Dara knew enough not to let it make her over-confident. He was
fully capable of besting her in the end.

  Andersen selected Dara to go first, and she eased into her presentation. She felt more focused than she had in weeks, and she knew it showed. Andersen appeared to take in every detail of her schematics, and Javier scribbled furious notes. Letizia even showed signs of approval, something she rarely did, while Walters frowned. By the time she sat down, Dara felt very good.

  But then Javier stood up and projected the first of his schematics on the screen, and it was all Dara could do not to gasp audibly. She watched with a combination of amazement and horror as he walked them through his design—though, in actuality, he had not created the design. It was, in fact, a slightly altered version of her rejected design, and she clutched her stylus so hard she half expected the slender metal cylinder to snap in half.

  Forcing her shock aside, Dara's eyes greedily drank in every detail, trying to determine if he'd discovered the design's fatal flaw. It didn't take long for her to realize that most of his changes were merely cosmetic, and that both he and Walters had missed the flaw.

  Dara glanced at Letizia out of the corner of her eye. Her master studied the design intently, scribbling notes, but Dara couldn't see what she wrote.

  "You two have given us quite a bit to discuss over lunch," Andersen said, rising from his seat when Javier finished.

  "Thank you, sir," Javier said humbly.

  "You may continue with your tasks while we deliberate."

  As Dara headed for the door, she wondered if Javier would say anything, if he'd even shoot her a guilty glance, but he didn't. Instead, he headed straight for his station without a word to her and without the slightest trace of guilt on his face.

  Ryan was telling the truth, Javier did steal his design, Dara thought in amazement, as she tried to focus on her work.

  Letizia had also undoubtedly noticed the theft, and Dara wondered what her master would do. Dara didn't think Letizia would tell Andersen, but she wondered how Letizia could possibly carry on the charade that the design belonged to Javier. Then Dara realized that Letizia intended to point out the flaw, and that she very likely would enjoy doing so.