by Lisa Nowak
The McCall Initiative
Episode 1.1: Deception
Copyright 2013 Lisa Nowak
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Cover design by Steven Novak
What if the Pacific Northwest seceded from the United States? In 2063, it has.
Episode Description: The climate crisis that’s devastated all but the Northwest corner of the U.S. is the only reality Piper Hall has ever known. She doesn’t waste a thought on that, the secession that created Cascadia, or the closed border, erected to keep out climate refugees. With her family impoverished by her father’s death, she’s driven by just one goal—winning a scholarship to college and later med school.
When Piper’s little brother starts talking about poor people vanishing, she’s convinced the stories are just rumors. Then she comes home to an empty house. Branded a criminal and forced into hiding, Piper must fight for her freedom, her family, and her future. But those responsible for the disappearances will stop at nothing to protect their secrets, and the only person who can help might be the very boy whose family has displaced her own.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Cascadia Map
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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Dedication
This series is dedicated to Oregon’s finest governor, Tom McCall, who harkened in a wave of environmental awareness in the late ’60s and early ’70s that transformed the state and influenced the entire nation.
Among many other accomplishments, McCall was responsible for:
- The first Bottle Bill in the nation. Nine other states have since adopted this legislation, and more are currently in the process of doing so.
- The Beach Bill, which gives the public access to all beaches.
- Land use planning, which protects the farm and forest land Oregon’s economy relies on and prevents urban sprawl.
- The Bicycle Bill, which dedicates 1% of transportation funds to bike and pedestrian paths
- Vortex 1, the first and only state-sponsored rock concert.
Tom McCall was a creative problem solver who believed in making short-term sacrifices for the long-term greater good. To learn more about this amazing man, visit the Tom McCall Legacy Project’s website: https://www.tommccall.org/
“Heroes are not giant statues framed against a red sky. They are people who say; This is my community, and it’s my responsibility to make it better.”
- Governor Tom McCall
Cascadia, 2063
Chapter 1
Piper
Portland, Oregon, Friday, May 18, 2063
My little brother Nick’s stories are so far-fetched, there’s no way anyone could believe them, but there’s something so compelling about the way he tells them, you just can’t help wondering.
“You know those rumors about how people are disappearing?” he asks, his black hair hanging in eyes that spark with excitement. “Well, I know what’s happening to them.”
And I’m sure he’s going to tell me all about it.
“The crimps—that’s what they call the guys who do the shanghaiing—they’re like dogcatchers,” Nick says, not disappointing. “They round up poor people and put them on big trucks, then they take them to this compound in eastern Oregon. It’s really spooky, with machine guns everywhere, and vicious dogs that’ll rip your arm right off your body. Everybody stays away because they think it’s a high-security prison. They say the U.S. government paid off President Cooper to put it in Cascadia so Americans wouldn’t have to deal with all those criminals. But really? It’s owned by a drug company. They use the people for drug testing. And sometimes they do other kinds of weird experiments, like seeing if they can transplant brains and stuff.”
My nine-year-old brother sits on the closed toilet lid, his mouth going a mile a minute as I get ready for my shift at OHSU.
“Don’t you think that’s a little over the top?” I touch up my eye shadow, keeping it discreet, the way it should be when you’re in the medical field. Some of the girls in the Junior Student Assistant Program plaster it on like they work in a strip club. Combined with the skintight jeans they wear, it’s enough to make the old guys in the cardiac unit go into v-fib.
“The disappearances aren’t real,” I add. “It’s an urban legend.”
“Grandpa thinks they’re real.”
“Oh, there’s an endorsement.” Much as I love my grandpa, I don’t believe half of what comes out of his mouth. He thinks the climate crisis was engineered by big box stores in the early 21st century so they could sell more air conditioners. He’s got a stash of cash under the floorboards in his room, along with a collection of hand-written journals, because he’s sure an electromagnetic pulse is going to wipe out all the computers any day now.
“If the disappearances aren’t real, how come there aren’t any homeless people anymore?” Nick asks, tossing his shaggy hair out of his face.
I lean in toward the mirror, sweeping mascara over the lashes of my left eye. “Maybe because the mayor didn’t want the capital of Cascadia to look like a giant armpit?”
“Right,” Nick says, giving me an eye roll full of pre-pubescent drama. “That’s what all you naysayers think.”
Naysayers. Now there’s a word straight off Grandpa’s lips. I’m going to have to talk to Mom about how he’s corrupting her only son. Not that there’s much she can do about it. Grandpa’s been living with us since the accident, and with Mom wrangling two jobs, she counts on him to watch Nick when I’m at work or my volunteer position at the hospital.
“If the disappearances were real, there would be documented accounts instead of just rumors, Nick. You should type up all that fiction and put it on Amazon. I hear there’s a high demand for conspiracy stories these days.” I drop my makeup into a drawer and push it shut. “Now get lost so I can use that toilet for its intended purpose.”