For this he finally procured the right communications gear, tailored using favors and bribes and detailed instructions provided by Silo 40 long ago but never acted upon. He needed to smuggle it to his rooms on Level 5 before turning it on, just in case they were watching.
He could have just stuck it in a bag and walked up but that was a bit of a waste of a long trip, so he volunteered for food duty. After removing rubbish, this was the least favored job for the residents on any residential level. While the rubbish required sorting and movement of loads, it was all downward movement and a quick shower before returning upward made for a fresh climb past shopping and other sights. Food, on the other hand, was much heavier and all of it was moved upward. It was perfect for Graham’s needs.
Hidden inside a sack filled with flat amaranth bread destined for the residents of his level, all the many parts of his new radio made the trip innocuously and raised no suspicion. Food had to find its way up and into individual hands now that the cafeteria on Level 1 was closed. It hadn’t closed for lack of food, because the farms produced far more than they needed even with very few people doing the actual work of farming. It needed to close for lack of porters to bring the food up and workers to man it.
There were not nearly enough people to spare just for cooking. There were also fewer people going that far just to eat. People couldn’t make it all the way up or down to whatever cafeteria was assigned to them for their meals simply because there was so much to do aside from eat. The lower cafeterias were being used but Level 1 had been as easy cut for administration to make.
Since then, food found its way to people, not the other way around. These large lumpy bags of vegetables, fruits, breads and even meats were common enough to be unremarkable now and Graham knew that many a forbidden thing had made this trip hidden in much the same way his radio was now. He had heard the slosh of liquid and caught a whiff of corn hooch on occasion when it was only meant to be vegetables coming up. His little radio was nothing compared to trying to hide bottles of high grade hooch.
It was said that private messages were going up and down this way more and more, too, though Graham had seen no proof of that. He had taken all cost levies off the wire system, with much grumbling from Silo One, but it was probable that people just got used to the idea of nothing being private other than what passed from hand to hand. He hadn’t reported anything to Silo One when he first heard of it and had pointedly never asked about it happening or had it investigated. He thought such messaging was a good thing, but that was a private thought.
He and a young man from the upper farms that had been sent to assist him used the forbidden, but absolutely necessary, lifts that had been strung up in the spaces around the stairwell. Where landings matched up or jutted out too far, the lifts were interrupted and the two men were required to shift their burdens from one sturdy reinforced cloth bag under one set of ropes and pulleys to another. None of the lifts went more than five levels this close to the Up Top, some only spanning one or two levels. As a result, there were quite a few transfers of goods required before they finally reached the landing on five.
Any potential worry about private messages paled in comparison to what he had faced when Silo One confronted him about the lifts as they were being built. It had been the first time he ever stood up to them, using logic and the words of the Order itself to beat their demands back.
After all, he had argued, if I can’t actually use a porter to do this thing or that thing, how can I comply with this or that part of the Order? He had prevailed for what the voice had referred to as, ‘the duration of this setback’, so long as he complied with certain rules and ensured people didn’t use the lifts more than absolutely necessary. And as a primary rule they were to never, under any circumstances, allow actual people to use it as a means of transportation for themselves.
An interesting side effect of their little lift installation was that one couldn’t really jump from many of the levels anymore. The big cloth bags, constantly in motion with the breezes of the silo, swung to and fro in empty spaces that might have once tempted a potential jumper. One would have to go much further down the silo to be sure of not getting scooped up by an errant bag and painfully breaking all ones limbs but surviving the process. It might not be a deterrent to someone very determined but it certainly made a jump difficult for anyone suddenly overtaken by the urge but not committed to the act.
Graham was sweating and his hands were raw and sore from the ropes as he unloaded the last of the produce from the lift bag on his level. He thanked the farmer for his help and watched as the younger man almost skipped away, the metal of the stairs ringing with his rapid descent and quick, easy steps. Graham almost felt envious for a moment but that feeling was replaced with a hope that the young man would one day be as old as he and living in a silo where there was life and noise and not just sadness and impending death.
He pulled his attention away from the energy of youth and back to the problem at hand. He needed to get the radio out of the bread bag discreetly before the others came for their portions. He decided the best way to do this without raising a spectacle was to just do it. He pulled his own empty pack out of the messy pile by the double doors, opened the bread bag and fished out his radio. He gathered all the other pieces that went with it, along with a hefty helping of crumbs, and put those in his pack too. He kept his back to the landing and hoped that it looked like he was dividing the food up just as he was supposed to.
Then he started the sorting and filling of everyone else’s sack in earnest. It was mostly guess work since he never knew how many sacks would be out on the landing or how big that person might be. Each sack was an old produce bag and marked somehow with a name and compartment number. Everyone could put one out no matter if they were a little child or a full size adult and the food would be divided the same. There just wasn’t enough manpower to get too fussy with the details and this seemed to work best. Graham knew that other levels, ones still fairly thick with residents, had more problems and tighter controls on food portions, but his level had no need of that.
There was no meat in this load but there was an entire plastic bin full of hard boiled eggs, two eggs packed per hard shell case. No wonder the load had been so heavy. He put a couple of those in each sack as well as a few rounds of bread and a smaller sack of breakfast grains with dried fruit bits. He estimated the oranges, tomatoes and other vegetables and put those in the sacks too. It wasn’t a small amount this time and he was surprised that he had actually been able to get those lifts up so many levels.
Even using the pulleys that vastly increased the amount of weight one person could lift, he wasn’t a young man and this was a lot of food. It was enough to eat for several days if people didn’t gorge, and then someone else would make the trip and do it all over again. Individuals did go to the farms or aquaponics or anywhere else they wanted to get more or different foodstuffs, but this main lift was what they had come up with to replace the convenience of the cafeteria, however inadequately.
Once the bags were filled and he checked the sacks one more time, he grabbed one of the two metal bars that hung suspended from a pipe near the ceiling. He rapidly smacked it against a metal plate attached to the pipe and winced at the loud clanging that echoed all around him. It created a clang very different from the dinging of the bells they had installed on the lifts, and it would echo along the pipe as it ran the length of the hall in the residential area. It was a surprisingly effective method for rough communication. He let the bar go and it rang discordantly as it swung against its mate a few times before it eventually came to rest. Whoever brought the lift was also responsible for ensuring the bags were distributed. Graham hoped that a lot of people would answer his clanging call so he wouldn’t have to walk around the level knocking and dropping off sacks as he went.