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Authors: Ann Christy
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going as they started laughing again.
Eventually, Graham wiped his eyes and saw that years of grief had fallen from the face of his oldest friend. The lines were still there, as was the grey hair and the increasingly wild eyebrows, but the lines held less pain in them. He hoped it would stay that way.
Once he recovered his composure, Wallis said, "All this hilarity aside, I have a whole lot of questions. I get the impression they aren't going to move whatever agenda you've got forward just to save our asses. Unless blowing up our home is the kind of help you were looking for, that is. I’m not thinking that is the case. So, why don't you tell me where we need to go from here and let the questions take care of themselves."
"Okay. This is what I think we've got to figure out and I really don't think we have a whole lot of time to do it in. First, Silo 40 already took care of the lines outside that Silo One could have used to start the self-destruct Up-Top," he said and held up his hands to forestall questions when Wallis' mouth opened.
"And before you ask, I have no idea how they did it. It was long before my time. That's only half the system, though and it's that other part we have to worry about."
"That's the stuff on level 72 you were talking about, right?" Wallis asked.
Graham nodded, "Yep. But here's where it gets tricky. If we start disabling things they might figure out we're up to something. The whole system, for the whole silo, has to be disabled at once. And just like 40 did when they disabled the topside lines, it probably needs to be coordinated with the other silos or whatever else they did to make it unnoticeable. We don't know, and have no real way to find out, how much Silo One knows about us down in here. I think we can be sure they won't allow themselves to lose control of us without a fight."
"And your plan is to not give them the ability to fight, huh?"
"Exactly,” replied Graham. “That means we need one more person and I need to get on the comms."
Radios and Bread Crumbs
Three days after Wallis had been brought into this secret side of silo life the duo of conspirators became a trio. Grace, one of the last really experienced electricians left in the silo became their third person and they were lucky to have her at all.
She was dying, but slowly, and it wasn't exactly what the two men had been hoping for. What she lacked in future longevity she made up for in experience and stability in the here and now, however. According to Wallis, Grace was bedrock suitable for building a silo on, steady and unflappable.
Graham stood by the switch-box one level below IT as she muttered about someone taking a sledgehammer to the innards of the switch-box she was working on. He felt bad about that because that was, in fact, exactly what he had done. There were still bits of mattress stuffing drifting about on the landing from the one he’d used as a cushion to deaden the sound of the blows.
He kicked a few of the fluffy bits away guiltily with the toe of his boot when she said that and felt like he probably had what he’d done written across his forehead. It was a crucial safety switch for lines leaving IT so he had been able to summon the best tech up to repair it and do it quickly. So, busting that unit had been a perfect choice for his needs. And though it made him feel even guiltier, there had been more than a little fun involved in wielding that sledgehammer.
He hadn't known she was sick when the two men decided she was the right fit for their needs. Wallis knew her well but Graham had only a few professional dealings with her to consider. All of them were positive but still only professional and relatively distant. He felt terrible about her tromping up so many levels to fix this thing he didn't care one whit for anymore and was having a hard time figuring out how to go about approaching the subject. It was much harder to tell this sort of thing to a stranger.
She apparently sensed something
Eventually, Graham wiped his eyes and saw that years of grief had fallen from the face of his oldest friend. The lines were still there, as was the grey hair and the increasingly wild eyebrows, but the lines held less pain in them. He hoped it would stay that way.
Once he recovered his composure, Wallis said, "All this hilarity aside, I have a whole lot of questions. I get the impression they aren't going to move whatever agenda you've got forward just to save our asses. Unless blowing up our home is the kind of help you were looking for, that is. I’m not thinking that is the case. So, why don't you tell me where we need to go from here and let the questions take care of themselves."
"Okay. This is what I think we've got to figure out and I really don't think we have a whole lot of time to do it in. First, Silo 40 already took care of the lines outside that Silo One could have used to start the self-destruct Up-Top," he said and held up his hands to forestall questions when Wallis' mouth opened.
"And before you ask, I have no idea how they did it. It was long before my time. That's only half the system, though and it's that other part we have to worry about."
"That's the stuff on level 72 you were talking about, right?" Wallis asked.
Graham nodded, "Yep. But here's where it gets tricky. If we start disabling things they might figure out we're up to something. The whole system, for the whole silo, has to be disabled at once. And just like 40 did when they disabled the topside lines, it probably needs to be coordinated with the other silos or whatever else they did to make it unnoticeable. We don't know, and have no real way to find out, how much Silo One knows about us down in here. I think we can be sure they won't allow themselves to lose control of us without a fight."
"And your plan is to not give them the ability to fight, huh?"
"Exactly,” replied Graham. “That means we need one more person and I need to get on the comms."
Radios and Bread Crumbs
Three days after Wallis had been brought into this secret side of silo life the duo of conspirators became a trio. Grace, one of the last really experienced electricians left in the silo became their third person and they were lucky to have her at all.
She was dying, but slowly, and it wasn't exactly what the two men had been hoping for. What she lacked in future longevity she made up for in experience and stability in the here and now, however. According to Wallis, Grace was bedrock suitable for building a silo on, steady and unflappable.
Graham stood by the switch-box one level below IT as she muttered about someone taking a sledgehammer to the innards of the switch-box she was working on. He felt bad about that because that was, in fact, exactly what he had done. There were still bits of mattress stuffing drifting about on the landing from the one he’d used as a cushion to deaden the sound of the blows.
He kicked a few of the fluffy bits away guiltily with the toe of his boot when she said that and felt like he probably had what he’d done written across his forehead. It was a crucial safety switch for lines leaving IT so he had been able to summon the best tech up to repair it and do it quickly. So, busting that unit had been a perfect choice for his needs. And though it made him feel even guiltier, there had been more than a little fun involved in wielding that sledgehammer.
He hadn't known she was sick when the two men decided she was the right fit for their needs. Wallis knew her well but Graham had only a few professional dealings with her to consider. All of them were positive but still only professional and relatively distant. He felt terrible about her tromping up so many levels to fix this thing he didn't care one whit for anymore and was having a hard time figuring out how to go about approaching the subject. It was much harder to tell this sort of thing to a stranger.
She apparently sensed something
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