The Real People were fading into transparency. Kendi felt their minds drifting away.
“Is my family still alive?” he asked frantically. “Can I find them?”
You have to look, they said. Start by returning to Rust. And then they were gone.
Kendi stared at the empty plain for a long time. Then he summoned his concentration.
If it is in my best interest and in the best interest of all life everywhere, let me leave the Dream.
Another boom rocked the Nursery. Alarms hooted, red lights flashed.
“What’s going on?” Prasad yelled above the noise.
All at once it came to Vidya. “The warship on the surface,” she shouted back. “It is dropping depth charges.”
Sejal grabbed one of the guard. “Tell them to stop!” he yelled.
“I can’t,” the guard replied, eyes wide with fright. “The Lieutenant was supposed to report in every ten minutes. If he doesn’t, the Captain will assume we’ve been killed and destroy the installation from above.”
Vidya yanked on the man’s arm. He was a brawny man, with close-cropped hair and fearful green eyes. His name tag read Jeren.
“Why can’t you tell them to stop?” she cried.
“That electric shock you used shorted out both comms.”
“What about your submersile?” Sejal screamed.
“They’d have hit that first thing to make sure the enemy couldn’t capture and use it,” Jeren snapped.
Vidya’s heart raced. They were at least twenty or thirty meters below the surface. No way to swim for it, not exhausted, bruised, and injured as they were. Another explosion rocked the floor.
“Attention! Attention!” boomed the computer. “Water breach in living sector A. Emergency doors will close in five seconds. Water breach in living sector A. Emergency doors will close in three seconds.”
“The base has a submersile,” Prasad shouted. “Come on! We have to get everyone aboard!”
“What about about the children?” Sejal said, waving at the cyro-units.
“Leave them!” Prasad replied. “We can’t transport them now.”
He strode for the door, but Jeren snagged him by the arm as he went past. “You’re a prisoner!”
“If you want to live,” Prasad retorted, “you had better come with us.” He turned to the other guard in various poses on the floor or on their knees. “That goes for all of you as well. We will not wait for you.”
Without looking back, Prasad ran from the Nursery. Vidya, Sejal, Katsu, and some of the guard followed. Several others, including Lieutenant Arsula, were either unconscious or too stunned to move. Their compatriots started lifting them firefighter style. Vidya ignored them. If they could follow, fine. She refused to risk her own life rescuing people who had tried to kill her.
Out in the main lab, Prasad came to a halt and, behind him, Vidya swore. They had completely forgotten about Kri, Say, Garinn, and the slaves. The guard had not taken the time to untape them. Say had apparently regained consciousness, for she was struggling against her bonds. Kri, Garinn, and the slaves pleaded with their eyes. Vidya considered leaving them, but only briefly. All of this might be easily blamed on Kri and Say, but the slaves, at least, were innocent. Katsu was already running over to them. The alarms continued to blare.
“No time for them!” Jeren cried. Vidya’s only reply was to snatch the knife from his belt and cut the first slave free. The lab rocked under another explosion, and water cascaded almost gently down one of the hallways into the main lab. Prasad and Sejal also set to work on the captives. Most of the guard, including Jeren, looked like they wanted to leave, but they didn’t know how to get to the submersile.
It only took a few moments to cut the slaves free, but they were already ankle-deep in warm seawater. Katsu started to work on Garinn, but Vidya stopped her.
“No time,” she shouted.
“We need him to operate the submersile,” Katsu shouted back without pausing in her work. “You may as well cut Kri and Say free as well.”
Swearing, Vidya did so, taking a malicious glee in ripping the tape painfully off Say’s face.
“If you do anything stupid, I will kill you without hesitation,” Vidya warned, hauling her roughly to her feet. Say’s hair was disheveled, her face pale.
“What about the experiment?” she demanded.
“They’re in cryo-sleep,” Vidya told her.
“We can’t leave them behind!” Say cried. “We can’t!”
Katsu slashed the last of Garinn’s tape just as Sejal finished with Kri. They got unsteadily to their feet.
“Stay with them, then,” Vidya retorted. “We are leaving.”
Say looked torn as the group sloshed their way out of the lab with Prasad in the lead. After several moment, Say sprinted after them.
The water deepened as they ran, a group of over thirty. All emergency doors had automatically slammed shut, and they had to spend precious moments cranking them open manually. People stumbled beneath another explosion, and once they opened a door on a wall of water. The released torrent swept half of them off their feet before Prasad and Sejal could get the door shut again. Prasad then hurried them down a side corridor. They couldn’t have traveled more than the length of a good-sized house, but it seemed to take forever. Say kept looking back over her shoulder. The hallways were a nightmare of noise and light and panicked bodies, and Vidya was sure any moment the ceiling would open up. She suspected that the only reason they hadn’t was because the rock used to camouflage the base provided additional protection from the depth charges.
At last they reached the submersile airlock. Garinn shoved his way to the controls. The submersile was a series of clear polymer and plastic bubbles. One large bubble formed a center ringed by six smaller bubbles. By a miracle it appeared undamaged. The group crowded in, body pressed against body, the need for survival overriding any sense of status or propriety. The submersile wasn’t designed for so many passengers and Vidya hoped the engines were up to the challenge.
Dr. Say was the last one at the airlock. To Vidya’s horror, she pulled a guard pistol from the pocket of her lab coat and pointed straight at Vidya. Her eyes were wild. The guard tensed, but most of them had lost their pistols, and those who had them couldn’t get to them in the press of bodies.
“We aren’t leaving without the experiment!” Say said over the alarms.
The sub shuddered. “That one was close,” Garinn shouted. “They’re starting to send the charges this way.”
“Get off the sub,” Say screeched. “You have to get off to make room for the experiment!”
“Sejal!” Vidya cried.
“I can’t see her from back here!” Sejal yelled.
“Move,” Say ordered, “or I’ll start-”
Vidya screamed and pointed over Say’s shoulder. Say turned, and Vidya’s foot lashed out. Say’s pistol went spinning away.
“Get inside now!” Vidya ordered. “This is your last chance, woman!”
The look on Say’s face reminded Vidya of a cornered animal. She stood in the airlock for a moment longer, then turned and ran down the corridor. Vidya slammed the airlock shut. The installation’s alarms were instantly muted.
“Go!” she snapped.
Garinn released the clamps and went. The submersile lurched sluggishly. Vidya stood with her back pressed against the airlock door. Already the air was humid and close. Vidya noticed several of the passengers, including the guard, were panting.
“We need to breathe slowly and evenly,” she announced in a voice much calmer than she felt. “Hyperventilating will use up more oxygen than the filters can provide. Breathe with me now. In…out…”
She kept up the exercise, using the same voice she used at meetings when she had to persuade people to do what was right for the neighborhood. At her urging, they stayed focused on their breathing and had less time to think about the dangers outside. Garinn sweated over the controls in the bubble that made up the submersile’s bridge. After a while, Vidya noticed that although the explosions continued, they had less force behind them.