One of the stories was different and it told the story of jumpers who fell like water drops sprayed from pipes in hydroponics, one after another. As each jumper passed the levels, the compulsion that made them jump passed from person to person like a disease and more came down from all the levels. To stop the spread, parents had braved the danger and dragged their children, screaming with the need to jump, back to their compartments and tied them down. They had stayed there, some of them starving to death for fear of opening their doors, rather than risk their children wanting to return to the railings and plunge to their deaths.
It was a suitably gory story to satisfy children and Marina had sighed along with the rest as the hidden moral of the story unfolded. The moral was a simple one. When someone jumps, the sadness can spread to others so one must be careful. If you felt the great sadness, you went to remediation so you didn’t hurt others.
Marina had always thought the story was just a story but the note inside the watch made it seem that this story sprang from some past misery. Did that story come from that time? Did jumpers really fall like that? It was a horrible thought. But how long ago that happened was the real question and one she didn’t have any clue to. What she did know was that note was not a part of silo history and that made it far more frightening than any childhood tale.
Silo history was simple and logical. In the time before the silo there were no true humans. Instead, there were violent creatures that looked human but could not think like humans. Those were the Others.
They could not reason and did not have the tenets to guide their actions and wouldn’t have understood them even if they did. As humans came to be in that world, the silo called to them and they made the trek, each one alone and hunted, to the safety of the silo. And for each human that came, the silo bade them bring one thing. For some it was a seed and for others it was an animal and for still others it was knowledge.
Each thing was a part of Silo’s plan and the plan was perfect and when the last human had been made, completed their travels and finally entered the airlock, the silo had closed itself off and the creatures that roamed outside had destroyed each other until nothing alive was left.
Except that it was thought that there might yet be Others hidden in much the same way the humans were hidden. They merely waited for their chance to destroy the humans once again. It was said that when the last Other died, the world would be reborn and humans would emerge from the safe embrace of the silo to reclaim it.
This she had accepted as fact in childhood. It made sense. She had seen the screen Up Top and would never have wanted to endure what she saw beyond the safety of the silo. To go outside was to die. But she had seen for herself, or at least she had seen in the image, that this had not always been the case.
People from this image had once been outside and it had been beautiful. And if they hadn’t lived there, but perhaps only visited it from the safety of the silo, why had the woman jumped? What had made being in the silo so unbearable that people jumped when denied that beautiful world?
The only possibility she could think of was that those people in the image were First People, the ones who were born among the Others and called by the silo. But if that were true, why were they happy? In her imagination, the First People had traveled through a landscape blasted by dust and terrible to see. Her mind’s eye saw them struggling against that landscape and arriving at the airlock thankful and knowing they were saved.
She had certainly never imagined a beautiful world with clear skies spread wide and blue over a world of rich, abundant green. That image didn’t look like it showed people trying desperately to escape from Others. It looked more like the world promised to humanity once the Others were gone.
But the tenets of the silo were clear in terms of truth. All Conduct Above The Rails was more than just an edict on conducting honest business. It meant being truthful and honest with everyone and to not hurt others. It meant to consider the effects of one’s actions. It was more than a simple saying. It was a way of life. And if the silo history wasn’t truthful, was it because it was mistaken or because it was a lie? One was hard to imagine and the other impossible to accept.
She turned another page and realized that she knew deep in her heart the evidence she’d seen wasn’t wrong. She had no idea what a nuke was but clearly it was something devastating and it had made all the people from outside come into the silo so it could take care of them. She also knew in her heart that it had been a terrible change for some of them which meant that the silo had not been a perfect ideal place after all.
She snuck a glance at her family. Her husband and daughter were engaged in a game at the table as they chatted and didn’t seem to notice her preoccupied state. She returned to her book and then broached with herself the only real topic she needed to consider. What was she was going to do about her find? She couldn’t return the object and say it wasn’t usable because it would be far too easy to be caught in such a lie. Anyone finding the hidden catch would open it and know exactly why she had returned it.
She could destroy the image and the note by burning them in her work room. She could shred the paper and a touch of her soldering iron at the highest setting would set it ablaze. That was surely the safest thing to do, and probably the smartest, but she shrunk from the idea of actually doing it. It might be the only such letter and image in existence and she could not be the one to snuff them away forever.
What she really wanted to do was to find out the truth. She knew exactly where she might start too. A visit to the person who sent it in for reclamation would be a good place to start. She wasn’t sure how she might go about making the visit seem practical and not raise too much attention, but she was sure she could come up with something.
She might say that some of the things sent in still had use in them or even that she wanted to ensure she was not ruining something of importance. That was thin but it might work. She didn’t think she could resist doing this, even as she knew she should do exactly that.
If she closed her eyes she could see that image again. She had to know if the world in that image had really existed, that it really was once a place where people had lived happily and not just run from to get here.
And if that was the truth, what had happened?
Chapter Four
Less than a seven-day had passed when Marina, accompanied by her family, found herself climbing the stairs upward at the start of their holiday. It had been surprisingly easy to get started on her secret investigation of the hidden contents of the watch. As she unpacked and catalogued the rest of the items from Level 50, she found other curious objects, some of which had no purpose she could fathom. What had been clear is that they were fashioned with some purpose other than decoration in mind.
Three of the items were alike in form though different in design. They were an odd sort of clamp with one edge curled, yet without a hinge and made of a single piece of silver. Each was decorated differently. She had experimented with them and found that if she shoved a sheaf of papers into one from the curved edge it would hold them nicely together. She doubted very much such an elaborate item would be made to act as a large paper clip.
From another box she drew forth a handful of things that looked a bit like alligator clips used in electrical work, yet they were made of silver and each one had a small chain attached to it. On some the chain simply ended but on most there was some fantastically decorated bauble dangling from the end.
The paper inside had noted the items were unknown and had been in hotel storage for a long time. The box in hotel storage had been marked such that removal of items was forbidden but no one knew why anymore. The management considered reclamation a more urgent directive. These she felt must also have some important purpose and she was loathe to simply toss them into a bin for melting without knowing what that purpose might be.